“Rules” are the rugged chains that hinder Creativity.
How can you ever expect to accomplish anything magnificent throughout your life, when you are completely bound by the rules of something that someone else created. Nothing is “supposed” to be done a “certain” way. Step outside of the realms of certain rules, and CREATE! Place yourselves in the shoes of your ancient ancestors. Freeing your Creativity will improve all aspects of your life. I promise. So, allow the magic to happen.
You have so much to offer; I apologize for hiding you from the world. I have tried to lie to you for many years; trying to convince you into seeing things my way; but you always knew the truth. I have lived my days in many masks, solely based on everyone but you. I have made life full of: lies, worries, and doubt. But, I wanted you to know that I relinquish this false role that I have been playing. The time has come for the rightful ONE to rule.
“Insecurity” is a gun to your head;
with your shaky hand behind it;
anxious to pull the trigger on command.
At some point, we have all held that gun;
yet, the thoughts of others is not worth the cost of our lives.
Her kisses were perfect, like the rays of sun that barely kissed the surface of the ocean at the birth of the night-time.
Her hugs were as soothing as the single cool breeze of wind soaring on the hot day of a summer.
Her scent was like that of the freshly blossomed flower; taking its’ first magnetic breaths of life.
Her spirit is now one with the beauty of the Earth.
Every kiss from the sun to the ocean became even sweater than perfect;
Every cool breeze of wind more comforting than the last;
Every kind aroma flowing through my nose aroused my grieving soul.
For this is how I know her divine presence still remained alongside me.
Yet, ungratefully; I still yearn for just a single glimpse of her face; even beyond the yearning of the desert for the rain.
We fall victim to the desires of the flesh.
Once you allow your soul to conquer flesh;
You will no longer care for its’ petty desires.
There will be no need to allow flesh to go on governing your life.
Thus, you will awaken a dormant inner peace.
©Sir Kristopher Williams I
Plants speak; the wind sings.
Goose bumps throughout my body.
‘Silence’ healed my soul.
Burden of the world.
Corrupted by memories.
Free; was to Forgive.
The Earth nurtured it.
It turned its’ back on the Earth.
Its’ name is Mankind.
Though he was blinded; he could still see Her so distinctly,
As if she was a single firefly,
Trapped with him in a pitch black closet.
Nothing else mattered around him,
But to follow that light.
That’s how he knew he Loved her.
He found it.
Something that Mankind desperately cries out for.
He found ‘Natural Love’
-©Sir Kristopher Williams I
Find your firefly my friends.