FAITH of the Birds
How many turns, how many times. Spitting Fire, burning up. Heavy breathing, light of life, roaring rages, conquering warrior, pouncing targets, leaps and bounds, fierce and fighting, winning wounds. Over heating, all fired up, the bouncing ball, the golden light, is destroyer, is protector, is creator of new heights.
Overpowering the darkness in its golden glow, the world is in madness, the dormant know. I believe that I AM Pure Power. The Sun, I Am. The Mars, I Am. The tedious work, no rest, I am. To burn, I am, and to earn, I am. The source of infusion with power and energy I am. My mission to infuse the world with life and light. This ball I hold in the palm of my hands, this power, this light, this might. This great gift, I must share, I must create, I must deliver.
The loud noise sounds to rattle the spaces in time. The roaring raging mad sound of clashing cymbals. Metal. Electricity. Thunder. Explosive energy and chaos.
There is a finite scream that sounds. The light fades after the explosion of the golden globe.
HOPE of the Bees
Pixie sounds like charming bells. the laughing of children. giggles that come from tickling. the music is soft and sweet. Angels chanting, it seems, a dream. Streaming sounds of water. Serene sounds of wind. In the wind the magic appears. Blowing freely. Beyond darkness that is cold and empty, or light that is hot and full, here is the valley of the ultra violet lights. peaceful serenity. The dance of ribbons that blow in the wind and paint the world with colours of the rainbow. Fairies like fireflies light the way by star light spangles of graceful fluidity through the well lit night.
The passionate motions of expressive emotions come to life. The full spectrum of coloured silhouettes dance. The music is free and fulfilling. It is the spirit world. Magic and imagination are the essential. The new phase of illumination. The soulful creatures were created by the explosion of fire in the darkness. the children of the rainbow are the artists that paint the world. The rainbow comes to life. The promise. The future. The orange ball has multiplied, has created new forms in its own image and likeness. Dawned is the evolution. Diamonds of heaven are these daughters of dreams, who come to dance in the wind-water; to paint the once barren world with the colours of dreams.
LOVE of the Butterflies
Near the blue waters of the green earth, she sits. She graces the gardens with her vessel, and by the very sight of her blessed temple the Goddess of the Night is adored. Adorned by the ever changing glow of her internal infusion of light, she watches over the garden. She is the keeper of the floral blooms of spring, and pacifies the cries of the earth by cradling it within her nurturing arms.
She dances the adagio. Slowly, she strolls and takes her time to carefully prepare the way, projecting the expression of each movement. Passionate silhouettes are ever changing within her frame. From light to darkness to light she becomes the revelation of time. Her expression of peace and perfect balance is infinite.
She dwells in a peaceful silence. Her attractiveness is irresistible. Her beauty is incomparable. Her influence is unavoidable. It is the stride of her breath that retains life. She is immortally definite. She is the perfect grace. Her precision in detail and clarity is a perfect element. She is the master of time, and the keeper of the secrets of all the universe.
