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Drawing God With Crayons

Let my speech be right
with a self expression
that penetrates
but does no harm
that is stealth to egos
microscopic verbs
whispers to
screaming souls
undivided twilight prayers
nurture what you need
pull ego like weeds
how can malicious lips reflect
intuitive heart
I accept though
my perfect evolution
the things underground
that caused me to flower
feel showers and sun alike
on the mic
I want to whisper
give sight to the blind
only those who wish to see
introduce I to Me
U to We
all there is
let love be
free to seek its own purposes
who am I to say whats worthless
who am I to judge the darkness
its like the art judging the artist
when the artist doesn't
really judge the art
a spark
a breath
life where there was lifelessness
if it has the thrill to survive
yet the willingness to fade
but aren't we the makers of the made
in the time of our illusion
bridging nothingness through
from confusion
to omnipotence
from one bang
or a cell
depending upon your magnification
to realities infinite
living things are eternity well spent


  1. i want to whisper hearts,souls,mind (:
    good one.♥it

  2. only those who wish to see
    introduce I to Me
    U to We
    all there is
    let love be

  3. only those who wish to see
    introduce I to Me
    U to We
    all there is
    let love be

    All we are , i, you, we are the crayons of God to color him and the rest of the universe. It's beautiful Divine Masculine....(^_^)

  4. This poem inspired my Poetry Friday post. Thanks. :)


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