Throne Of Divinity

I do not know much about love. But what I do know is when it strikes your heart alighting it with a warmthness, you have to savour the moment.

If you’re in a relationship with another, then indulging into it with a new lover is not advisable, unless you do not mind the idea of having your partner play around with somebody else. Love, is a jealous rage. No matter how much one talks about absolute love, or reaching the plateau of the saints, loving is aliken a tennis game.

And the ball is in his court now.

When I was younger, love dressed itself like a muse. I would sit infront of the grand piano, and theme songs would be composed. Over the years, I’ve composed more than ten R & B, Jazz, and Europop songs. One of which, won an award in the Intl. Jazz Festival in Paris in the eighties. It was deemed promising by the judges. Sometimes, Fahr and I would write, in our own apartments, stories of the future, as in a tabloid fashion, and when we met, we would exchange and read these stories. The thing about love being a part of your breath is that it creates.

Creation, when one is younger is as simple as breathing – One is unaware of its force though one is priviledge to recognize the force coming from within. These days, with the amount of books and experts on Attention, Creative Sparks, and The Hologram Effect, creation has become an outcast of the heart. The creative aspects of love, is to be found at the Seat of the Heart.

The Throne of Divinity.

The place where everything is governed, and of course, created. Touching base with this reality, your reality is where each moment of your living becomes a symphony. How your cells change, how you evolve both in mind and spirit, and what flight your wings are taking.

Take time to be alone, for one may not reach the heights of euphoria, when one is entangled in the mud of decay. Listen to the sound envelopping you. The sound that is part you, beyond your animate self and re-discover the true love, that awaits.

“Why should not there be any sound and view in your luminous body, while there are sounds and views in telecommunication waves?”

Love, Unconditional

The joy of storms, the onslaught of wind, fire, and water coalescing the grounds beneath your feet, and how I feel so closely associated to it.

When the world and its blood-sucking leeches vomit out the excessive war booty, without concern, after having killed its own kind for an exchange of something transient that will, turn into Medusa’s head. When my heart is perturbed, the whole universe is affected. Calm the storms, embrace it with a penchant of unconditional love, lusting and wreaking hardened hearts with a tear. Wash the dried grounds, and re-live it with the tears of your heart, so that wines from within are sipped and drunk. Incite not the Grapes of Wrath nor turn your wine into vinegar and plundering you to doom, for all eternity.

For life, is love unconditional.