Message. — Infinity

I - Colors 

Thread through my being;
an extension of the divine.
Stitching past and future;
the fabric of infinite time.

Rainbows travel;
glisten in beauty and Lore.
Revere the silver twinkles;
many lives I lived before.

Memories hover,
floating in limitless space.
To learn and know anything;
accessible in this place.

In this mortal form
I endear a solemn breath,
filling my heart with now.
Dreaming where I want to be;
exhalation takes me there somehow.

II - Shadows 

Bring to me all power
… only things I can control.
I’ll tremor the divine fabric
… that’s all I’ll ever know. 

Between the spectrums of light
… lies a darkness you can not see.
Whenever you seek expression
… I’ll suppress your sovereignty. 

My shackles bind you inside out
… a part of you is me.
Dance with chains around your ankles;
forget your dreams of being free. 

Only the safe and only the same
is all I’ll ever approve.
Nothing beyond what’s certain;
that’s my only single move.

III – Potential

Between what was
and what can be;
choice, a chance, an itch.

Face infinity
with All can be;
feast without a flinch.

Stake it All,
loss or gain;
electrons hum a tune.
Their force is fierce,
in wielding, fragile;
feel the flames of Guilt.

Serve your Self-progression
while sets of Souls compete. 
The many in your possession
are looking for their seats.

Give them space,
into them breathe;
the part of ‘All that Is’.
Feel the voids, they whisper, “Come ...”;
Power, ignition, ease.

IV - The Dance 

Devour

I thirst to consume your life force;
I hate the glow you show.
It only makes me angry
like a loathed and dreaded foe. 

I lust to devour your essence
as you chill in a cold blue fear.
Take to my temptations,
come, draw near and near …

Guide

Boundaries and structures;
Ones you cannot see.
Yet there they are my dear Ones,
shackling you, shackling me. 

They gave you their mind,
they gave you the world,
they gave you all the games.
Architects that preceded the start;
architects, with no names.

Curiosity

Like visiting the Devil’s den
to learn from the Divine.

A prison dressed a palace;
are we served or enslaved?
One can feel as Governor,
yet tool to the darkest Knave. 

Can I dance with shackles
and simply enjoy the show?
A part of me longs for freedom,
yet another does not know …

Perhaps our Light wants to dance,
embrace the shadows of shame.
Perhaps the shadows reaching out,
long to speak their names.

Yes

Yes, to what you want.
Yes, to what you don’t.
Yes to what you think of.
Yes to even ‘No’. 

Choice

The Verse full of mirrors,
What you intend becomes Truth;
Choose.