For this second coming, I call you to immerse yourself in this meditation video for you to find yourself and your joy in this life.

As always, it is my wish that with every breath you may find a way to be eased off distress.

Sincerely,

Alyona

Image by jplenio from Pixabay

Seven tears doeth the maiden weep

down into the sea.

Harp in hand,

gentle strokes carry her will

through the waveless deep

and to the sky starlit.

Seven pleas doeth her heart seep,

fading into the scenery.

Seven years since her beloved

donned his skin and disappeared

to be with the fish.

Image by Prawny from Pixabay

Neither there nor here –

dwelling in the inbetween where nothing is real,

yet it all lives and has its being.

Deem it a dream –

a heartbeat of torment perpetual.

It is madness viewed through the eyes of the eternal –

a foreign iconoclast so closely distant.

Dancing in the breeze like some aethereal sylph,

the heavens sing and the heart screams;

for the watcher has forgot to be human.

Feather feet tickle the blackened reflection of forgotten regions.

The fathomless mirror weeps with tears of oblivion

as the mystic voice of some divine creature denudes with tender touch

the skin seared in the truce of sweet perdition.

Silken vocals wrought from the salt of reasonless reason

declare war against the bearer of gentle breeze and warmth of spring

that if the bosom dare be tranquil still,

thorns of nightshade and opium dreams will unearth the graves of youth-besotted shards

beclothed by the deranged pure minds of the sheltering lamps

in a world of dark delight.