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White And Blue Candles
The North gives you the Fire
The South gives you the Sea
The East gives you the Earth
The West gives unto Air
To the temple of the Sun that radiates upon humanity of the world
Tell us why humans allow violence from the hearts instead of love from mortal minds to unfurl
Do you not see, can you not comprehend the sacred codes given from the skies
The enigma of longevity is not found in a Holy Book used to place a hand upon and then confess out the mouth concealed lies
A burning cross in the name of salvation yet, unto a race of people hatred in the demise
The trees you inhale of its natural oxygen as you breathe without question without whys
Strange fruit has swayed upon the branches by-and-by
What good is God’s Kings, who brings carnage, leading to his own surmise
In the cause of man’s destructive hands starting fires to steal sacred terrain
The wealthy buying charred soil before the loss of deep rooted heritage can mourn the pain
Everything is not what it seems, ask the citizens of Maui, where no echoes of its beautiful heritage remain
I see what the eyes cannot tell you it is my ancestral gift
No matter which way the cold winds may drift
The sanctuary of my intellect is the root of their timeless confessions
I feel the four concerns of the world, the expressions upon the shores, coats me in their soft dedications
I do not step down to unguided mortals, who wallows in low vibrations
Or stand around to witness their self-mental mutilation
The strength of a man’s mission is the catalyst of his throne
His superiority upon the crown he wears, his footsteps to the Creator to atone
No sacred temples built upon shaky foundations, bring comfort to anyone’s home
Cannot bring comfort to his own weary bones, and the Heavens will say, be gone
I bow to the tears I see from what the mind cannot grasp
Is this the thirteen elite families’ plot that must come to past
Divide and conquer
In the order of anarchy, the powerful and aristocratic escape to their silos and deep underground bunkers
Not so fast, we are moving at a slow pace
One color of blood, one purpose to get to Heaven, one life, one death, then why do we have discord among each race
The power to love and walk as if you are God or a Goddess, it is your passage to own
It should shower your existence whereas, it should always be the mantra of your universal Psalms
Mind altering drugs, manmade assassins at the government’s discretion
Then you cry on Capitol Hill to the NRA to denounce and confiscate the Second Amendment to bare the craftsmanship of your weapons
We are the people, not the divisons placed by the wicked man
You clone the clouds, you embed radiation in virgin soil poisoning your own fertile untilled land
Lies and spies the beginning of Armageddon you bring upon your shores to cause mayhem on the Creator’s time
Classified military operation, million dollar deals arranged by heads of states to bring the sounds of post-election war crimes
Look around, universal chaos is in front of our eyes
The media's brainwashing power, feeds lower vibrational psyches tainted mental food, more potent than eating human organ meat served with your bioengineered burgers and a side order of greasy fries
Look above the mountaintops and feel the acid rain
Live the American dream, cannot enjoy the comforts until you are over sixty, body ridden with cancer, too old to feel the pulsate, memory forgone to relax the hemispheres of the brain
So many lives hang in the balance of life or death
Fame, Money Gold, it does not matter to their sense of power, poverty, or wealth
People kneeling in Chapels, begging for resolutions on knees
Does it really make you less grand, if you never say thank you or please
Grandeur with words that tease
Lips saying one thing, cognitive awareness weakened by its own echoing songs
All those who profess the love of God out of their mouths are not mentally strong
In life, never allow them to see you sweat
Bow in grace, aim your arrow, and let it flow when anguish has been met
Live mortals in the day as you were born
Once out the womb it only brings the compassion of hatred, strife, and scorn
The heart is meant to share
Wisdom, you carry upon the strands of your hair
The direction of your feet becomes your lasting journey in life
In my culture, in my religion, a honorable man unto a woman he takes as his wife
The Golden Rule
The steeple of your praying hands is your faith, your presence is your survival tool
Go in serenity and uphold your torch in faith and peace
Allow your spiritual incantations harken unto the skies, where your divine conscious may lead
Assalamu Alaikum
#ChildrenOfTheSun
Together, a white and blue candle pairing can symbolize a harmonious balance between clarity and calm, purity and truth. It’s a powerful duo for rituals focused on emotional healing, spiritual insight, or even creative inspiration.
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