Shhh...The Code Will Erode

In is spilling over the brim.  I must be careful now that I am not trim.  I am aching from the year.  Reality within reality.  I will continue to investigate.  I am tired and sore.  I am afraid to speak.  Something is breaking through, but I must meter for the reader.  Just take a chill pill and read with a lilting child spirit accent.  I must keep the anaolgies of systems clear.  I will say hello to the spiritual "G" men.  You will all get a huge collar soon.  I must keep things short for the imaginal realm is just at a peek a boo stage for the newbies.  HOPE is alive.

Standing in the Doorway

My mind and body have been flush with the pains of deadly appetites.  I will try not to speakin code, but spirit is knocking at my door and I am afraid to communicate its presence.  I can allow this now that I have found a professional I can talk to.  Without spiritual reality I am an amputee.  I close myself off because the pain is too much.  I cannot speak of it after all of my struggles with outside systems.  I cannot protect myself from pain if I do not gently allow this limb to reattach.

There are things I sense and if I do not acknowledge them, I will remain stuck dangling from a tree, clueless of how to gain my freedom.  I need to not venture too far.  I must rest in the river and see where it takes me.  I will pray for truth and for the strength to set myself free.