The tortures of the soul

Open up a hole so bold it grows

Until it encompasses everything

It is like antimatter

The obsidian abyss

The murky mist from which shadows come

Creeping one by one

To grasp

Any light which may trespass

Even for a wretch like me

It is a redemption story

The brighter side

The glass half-full

Hopes, and dreams, and wishes, personified

A beautiful joyful pleasure

The apple of my eye

… that softens my calcified core

Enduring, warmth

So pure

… no one else can do it the way you do

… you can teach them a thing or two

Yet they will just be mirroring

… they cannot manifest

The way you profess

Divine love for yourself

Doing it only the way you can do ..no one else

Yes you could teach them

It will not make any sense

You know the internal blueprint

The spiritual landscape

You know how to take flight and escape

Into a spiritual realm where no one can reach you

The Divine has enveloped you in protection and stealth

Fear no one and trust yourself

Water and oil just do not mix

So there is nothing to fix

We are two opposing magnets

Being forced into close proximity

Yet repelled to move apart gradually

As natural as can be

… there is nothing wrong

This is not a fit

Let us extract ourselves from the midst of it

Stop using people as a means to an end

It certainly will not end well

Raise your vibration and manifest

A living attestment to the very best

Leave the low-hanging fruit on the floor

You are worth so much more

…than slim pickings

Extend your reach into the highest trees

…and beyond into infinity