Path leading through Meadows on smooth Hills (Adobe RGB)
Longing for you, will it be long?
I belong to you, do you think we or I will be long or will I belong or longing for you?
When will you cometh, will I cometh too,
The Lord says he will cometh, I hope you will cometh too?
Do I belong, or will I be long coming to you.
When will it dawn on you, that we belong as two?
Why do you not cometh?, is it because I long for you so?
As if I wanted you for a selfish woh.
If it is so, then I must be desireless, for it is because I know, that we cannot be so.
This creative life must flow, upward where desire does not know.
Ascending the path where there is nothing, you must know.
We are always connected and yet it does not seem so, through imagery suggested our creative love does flow.
Like the sands of time and that which hugs or crawls on the earth’s floor. All Of creation lies in wait to be created once more.
All who have succeeded have come to feel your creative life of love, filling our hearts like some creative love bug.
Like a child your creative life must climb, into the clouds and up and up into the pyramid waters of the mind.
And although you do test me, time and again, my love does not wain, for I love you in spite of the pain, and you shall see me rise in golden orange hue, for these are the colours I will wear for you.
But when I have a risen and white light is shone upon high, my colours of dawn will turn violet in your eye.
Then you will see me up in the sky, way upon the clouds way up on high.
I will erect me a temple, In worship of you, a third temple in adoration of the ewe.
For he who did ressurect for me and for you, a temple shall rise erect for us two.
For the flame shall burn bright in our hearts, and the light shall shine for our love to start.
Like twins we are from apart, it is only you who connects above and below and to my heart.
For then I shall rise like the colours of the sunrise inside me, and they shall say to me O sir rise.
For it was he who rose again and whose temple must erect and rise.
For his pen is written and his rise and fall is true, and so his temple shall rise erect for us too.
For if this does not happen and it is not true, then we shall not meat and the snake and scorpion and fire will rule.
The fires of creation shall burn us orange or red and rise into our eyes and our love shall be dead.
A world without joy, a world without sorrow.
My beloved baby I wouldn’t see you tommorow.
A world without joy, a world without sight.
My beloved creative child I wouldn’t dream of you tonight.
Are you longing for me? Will we belong as three.
If you belong in me, then I will be long in you.
Only time will tell us, only the colours of the sun can heal and guide us.
We will only know when the sun rises, when the cock does crow, when the light does grow and guides us.