I don't think I have ever wanted to cry, for this country, before today
How low, so low, we have sank, further, beneath the waves

The question is not, 
How did we get here.
We have been here, for quite some time, maybe since the beginning.
The question is,
How do we do better?

I feel.

Enthralled in rapture. Yet remain quietly serene.

Wanting to chase the rush of pure energy. Yet sitting perfectly still.

I hear.

The universe conducting a symphony before me, expounding on the dissertation of the secrets of the universe. Yet I calmly sip my coffee, distracted, while tapping a random beat against the curve of the mug.

I see.

All that is offered, infinity upon infinity. Yet my eyes are watching numbers across a fading screen.

Q. Lenise LEe

What does this all mean?

Tho I forget to breathe,

breath still flows within me,

First fast, then gentle

Always, Strong and free

Q. Lenise Lee

I walk thru the center of Creation

At the heart of Existence

And I live.

And I breathe.

(I breathe deeply).

And I am.

The spirit of the Universe surrounds me

Cradles me.

Nourishes me.

I am Loved.

I am Love.

All, and the All in All, is revealed.

I dwell within.

The Unfolding.

.

.

.

~Q. Lenise Lee

 

I create, the energy I seek.

If I am bold, the mountains tremble

If I am wise, the rivers pause

If I am true, my Whole Self lives

Breath returns, to my being

I am free, I am flowing

I am alive, I am glowing

the pulse, of Eternity

is reborn, within me.

.

.

.

Q. Lenise Lee

I sit and talk with The Universe every morning, yet the Grand Revelation remains elusive

I ramble on, words running from my mouth like overflowing buckets of wash water

Thoughts and plans, of grand adventures I have yet to pursue, of goals I have yet to complete

One after another, no ending near.  A sentence with no stop or pause, for breath or insight

Then, this morning, I realized, to my shock and offense, it was only my words I heard bouncing back, echoing against the vastness of the open sky

The Universe sat there, silently, politely nodding, as one does to a child, that just won’t lay down for a nap, continues running on and on, with exhausting narration, in her mind, about all the things done before the nap, and all of things to be done after the nap, whilst conveniencelly escaping the act of the actual nap itself

My lips sealed, then poked.  I became unloved, uncared for, unwanted, all in one rush of bottomless emotion

It was in that new silence, I discovered, truth.

In a wave of sound, first gentle, then immaculate, a crescendo, I heard The Universe speaking.  The conversation continued on.  It was never a tired monologue, but always a deep dialogue.

In the chirp of the bird, the whistle of the wind, the rustle of the brush, the chitter of squirrel, the roll of the river against the shore.  There, I heard The Universe, its language plain and clear.  Every answer to every question.  Yet I had made my voice so loud that, until this very moment, I could not hear.

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I am the movement which stirs the wind. Onward.

Once a purpose is threaded into my being, I cannot be paused.

It must be done.

Q. Lenise Lee

By Moonlight: Interlude III

She is his Queen. The drip of his pulse taps out her name. The pull of his heart seeks out her essence. His thoughts sync only with her ka, her spirit, the essential presence that is she. Woman who has stolen his will to be, to exist, to breathe. She who has lifted the dark bonds that once held him tight, imprisoned within the enemy of himself. By moonlight she appeared, dressed in the rays of cosmos, crowned by the starlight. At dawn, they walked hand in hand, moving against the cloak of the cosmos, in fear of none, in search of the All.

Rise, My Queen

from The Thought Journal of Ethan

By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairy Tale by Q. Lenise Lee

In moments where the energy radiates BRIGHT, the call of Destiny sings

Q. Lenise Lee

All things are possible for those who have the will to keep going

Q. Lenise Lee

There is no past. The present is only a mirage. Only the future is certain.

Q. Lenise Lee
from By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairytale

Embers of sunlight spark and tumble forward over the horizon, flooding the land with waves of hope and wonder

Whispering sweet sonnets of wisdom to all who have come, to worship the arrival of the Bright One

The Secret Language is unveiled

Q. Lenise Lee
~from Keys to Awareness

the secret

The greatest secret that I’ve learned is that happiness is born within.  It is a wonderful, energizing, real place that only I can summon from inside of myself.  After having the opportunity to experience so many elements that are supposed to bring happiness into my life, I have come to the profound knowledge that there is no source external to the self that will ever bring true and sustainable motivation, peace, evolution or ascension.  These are all gifts of the spirit.  Acknowledging them, receiving them, carrying them forward every into moment of existence.  Living in my light.

By Moonlight 2.3 : Show No Fear

The _mourning

The _mourning

Not sure of the date

not because of

confusion or

lost mind

Just haven’t

focused on

time

or the passing, of it

Any one?

living?

in this current

age

(realizes)

things

are

somewhat

askew_

the days are

reflections.

of what we

manifest.

_within_

try to mask?

inside

_

Nature tells

no lies.

Weather

by natural order or

by humankind’s

folly!

Summer

short

brutal

turbulent

chaos roaming

#untethered

Winter

icy

@eternity

relentless

unforgiving

apathetic

These mournings*

lately

blank gray slates

sunless skies

moonless nights

no planets to align

bright boldness

of possibilities

seem fleeting

I think.

What have we?

done

Mother Nature

Father Time

flee from us

hurriedly,

Casting no glance

behind.x

 

Q. Lenise Lee