Isis: The Breath Of Creation

The meaning to life TO ME has always been about more than mere words, it’s not a condition, not some babbling ideology from charlatans as if a breath is a curse
It’s that antiquated old French Creole Haitian, dark, darker, darkest, that melanin-infused alliance I have with the universe

Psalms twenty-three professed from my tongue will be preached to the living and the dying
Dressed, or nude, me is me, as you enter me deeper, bring your desires, plummet into me your dreams, it’s only the truth of my matter, as my soft wings are spreading when you and I are sacredly flying

Life is meant to be enjoyed, daily sipped on in all its affiliations
Revered in all its dedications
Spiritual growth to accept the laws of gravity
Allow time to progress with you, not ahead, once mastered, then you enjoy that cosmic duality

When holding the creation of life and praying over death as a Nurse
You begin to contemplate, not having it all, having it all does not matter, only your soul comes first
With a clear understanding you are pushed through life in a baby stroller while life is coming at you
Then driven to your spiritual home in a Hearse as everyone’s life is passing, hopefully, have you given unto others, it’s the Golden Rule

Being born is to balance life and the conversion of energy
Think about what you have done between that path of time, not for yourself, giving to others will always be a spiritual gift, it sets the soul free

Have you lived, have you loved, have you laughed, have you cleansed your Temple with tears of gladness, sadness, in perilous times
Oh, these are the emotions which echo the Creator’s designs

Therefore, my divine Queendom shall come
My will shall be done
On Earth as it has always been in Heaven

Death is not the final ending of life, it is only the beginning, and true energy never dies
It evolves, metamorphosis in its nomadic state, it breathes, and then it physically materializes

Déjà vu, yes that’s you, as referred to, the lifespan blueprint of yourself at best
The wonders of the world cannot be seen or ceremoniously expounded by the naked eye
It is the 33rd-degree journey of enlightenment that governs the sky

Then if so, why are humans so afraid to believe they are the master of their own fate
Darkness is so easy to see when light you never knew to anticipate
Time is running out, look how far we’ve come, where we are
According to NASA, extraterrestrials have been harboring our galaxies, inching closer to Earth from Mars

Currency is slowly fading out
Sacrifices of sacrificial lambs for progress, digital currency will soon be feeding hungry mouths

See the beauty of others even in their downtrodden sorrowful rain
It took the ideology of awakened pathos, my logos, and my ethos to recognize sane and insane
And both on any given day can be the same, depending on what side you are using of the brain

Do not lose yourself in life’s game when you are not up to bat
Therefore, inhale, exhale, smell the roses, take care of your temple, your mind, and your eyes, and just simply, relax

Goddesses After Dark Week

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Isis was one of the most beloved goddesses of Ancient Egypt, revered as the goddess of wisdom, healing, magic, motherhood, and divine protection. She symbolized the enduring strength of the feminine spirit, the power of creation, and the eternal journey of the soul. Often depicted with outstretched wings, Isis remains a timeless emblem of compassion, enlightenment, and sacred knowledge.