…At 14, during one of his meditations, Jesus is talking with his father in heaven about the new earth, where only joy and peace would reign. In the background the galactic hand is reaching out for love and truth… -Akiane
+ Jeshua- The… missing… Years…
With an oak mask the conscience hears the acorns fall, and all the hues of the rose break down. Do you exist in the inanimate world, if every raindrop shows no color, not even white or clear?
You are the breathing survivor of spiritual perfection in the sevenfold universe, where the center of the wonder orb is shaken, and I frame myself live, sculpting out of myself the spiritual fabric to dress up all of you.
At first the universe progress feels like as statue of melancholic fog, and only your breath can know, how sore my throat is, as it spits out a heart bubble, where my clear eyes and woolen hair are seen.
Retiming your resurrected gaze, I pass the future earth to you, so you could write my name on it and pass it on to everyone around this slippery world.