ೋ...New Bounties To Unfold On Life's Breaths...ೋ

[ënagualí~ᏉLAᗪἇ ኔጡ።]

ೋ...New Bounties To Unfold On Life's Breaths...ೋ

On dark winged shrouds of nights abyss I embrace all that ever was or shall be or is

from furthest shore of darkest spheres, depths of despair,

grief & loss reefs, to humors beach & open gates..

Ocean of night skies that opens every heart..

I Am like the nameless soul to many that listens to every cry and hurt call..
I Am that of ancient, nameless birth..

that smolders in the deepest night in expectations hope there are no words found or bonds that may be broken..
I Am that which heals, in the emptiness of night alone..

when each soul closes eyes and believes there is no hope my name is unspoken, my touch hardly felt..
yet I Am at the door of silence within my heart, the guide and answer,

but never the message... the path is silence that in every shadow paces in their minds, yes I Am...

Even tide soul of dawn and dusk, the space between,

each burning soul's stardust I Am water that quenches,

yet that cannot be grasped,the wind that moves, and ever lasts..

What is emptiness without name? 

The silence found in every honest question is in my heart..
In view of events I have on past written into..

myself in the name, it's not thus temporary,

I Am going through a soul healing process like everyone else is,

though not so recent events but past time spent have hurt too deep for words to vent

as once sweet burning melancholia as I traced the traceless...
Imprisoned and caged as if in a profound slumber,

yet the knowing of wind which spoke softly and tenderly engaging to bring forth as whispers held secrets..

As deep as the breath of life itself, longing of vibrations similar in return,

melodies orchestrated with intention sent on dark Raven wings of this kin, yet un-beknown consciously....
I Am therefore looking within to my higher-self and finding balance in complete emptiness..
naught but the heavy comings of Night, on the sea of cosmic souls,

the undoing of the old and perpetual imprisonment the making of the new bounties to unfold on life's breaths..
they come from my souls energies..

as it travels on like that of a snake lightning flash spark in the night skies

as it's feathered threads splay outwards to paint a picture of such beauty that words can normally not express..
As they are as punctuated by momentary controlled untraceable impressions on the mind,

like psychedelic manna from a freakish realm

as my soul comes to all from another world, from beyond the stars and vivid space,

transcendent, pure and of unimaginable beauty of electrifying intensity..

increasingly futurescopic, so do picture this scene, un-natural as it is, yet invoking the inner spirit..
it's a astounding yet a totally logical conclusion ...
These are words intentionally known for producing passion into play
driven by this single mastermind, my personality essentially alien to many
yet employs to enrich others in my familiar voice which stands out and shines brightly..

-Inhale,Exhale now breath

Raven leads My Way Again..

Ꮙℓἇ∂ἇ..aka Reɪvən ღ

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The ancients used words to bend reality - Language is black and/or white magic or a game. In games, themes of war theater and magic are not real life, and are only a game, but positive and negative properties, intentions, occurrences and deeds of and between of the players are real in man in culture, so if any human life is adversely affected by any player of game a Cosmic Law takes over the man who caused the adversity and he becomes a subject outside the game, because he has ignored the object of the game if rules and guidelines are not followed by him as a player. Games can be recognized if any rules or ethics are required to play. Reality can be recognized if any flesh or moral character is inherent, because those things require no express of rules, only moral consciousness. Language is a game only. In the game of language what is said by any player must be heard and taken according to the rules of the particular game by the player who holds the ball in his court as intended by the speaker or it automatically reverts to the original rules of where the language originates and the original most superior rules of the field/space/arena where it is played (spoken written or otherwise expressed) must be followed by he who's move or turn it is, which according to Cosmic Law must be followed or there is no safe base, winner/loser, immunity, etc... until it is dissolved by the Cosmos.

Kiasmos - Dazed (Official Visualiser)