A Salmon's roe is worth much more than all the monies of all the worlds.

Never in a million years will mankind be able to replicate another man, from lightwaves. Until all the world's resources are exhausted, mankind will plunder the earth to prove his blind ignorance and arrogance.

How can a heart devoid of You ever comprehend the nature of living let alone define freedom. How can a heart bereft of attributes comprehend the Essence.

I sit amidst You, My Love
rubbing shoulders, extending
hugs, not in violent blows
slithered across your
neck slaughtered as in
bestial rituals of command &
Conquer

I sit amidst You, My Love
These tears, pearls they formed
To grace the finger of your
Chosen beloved whose heart's
Devoid of life, the idol you
Worship in blinded lust

I sit amidst your laughter & your
Pain, my arms outstretched, the
Extension of your prayers for
Eternal love, yet shun you
The eyes looking deep within

…

Deep within your grieving heart

…

I sit amidst You, My Love
Not in churches, nor
Synagogues; nor Masjiids or
Temples, nor in rituals of faith
Enrobed with incense insane

Kiss these lips and live forever
Eternity within a moment of
Desire; this death is but a
Taste, a journey the Soul takes
In living forever

I sit amidst You, My Love
Remembering the promise we once
Vowed each other, in couple
We embraced forming the unformed
Breathing Life unto a Love, formed

The approach to everything material must be spiritual. Without which apparentness of the hidden and perceived creation even in thought-forms will not be formed or be concrete enough despite the etherical aspects of its characteristics in the worlds of the apparent creation.

Creation of a form springs forth from a thought-form and every thought-form is an underlying veil {the matter} that the Spirit forms to have it perceived tangibly. To say the apparentness of the hidden and perceived is void of any spiritual matter is to revoke the very essence of The Word {the creation}.

A thought-form takes shape fearlessly, without concern of how the painting {The Word} is formed {within its apparent and hidden aspects}, or read by the Eyes that see all, the Consciousness' that comprehend all, the Breaths, that is Living.

Since I have been thinking like this since the age of "three" {although age is another matter The Word takes unto itself}, I have found with difficulty that choice thinking and vision-logic is not really apparent amongst adults... it took me a while to find the correct words to form a corrective message to hit the hearts so to speak.

Looking back and reverting to the past towards your future would be one way to look {think} how much we've evolved over the years, millennias to form the perfect paragraph, the story the Universe is "telling" us to Read.

IQRA!