
-shiLa iris

-shiLa iris
Like the moon, I wax and I wane
Like the sun, I rise and I set.
… graduaLLy … but instantLy
T=0, zero is the quotient. How can this be?

A shadow is cast because of the Light
a Lesson is Learned, in time
in many ways the extremes meet-
the opposites attract to grow wiser in their sameness
and in between I exist.
Thank you, God.
– shiLa iris 🌓 (north poLe, south)
My nightmares turn into gLory, my subconscious seLf is informed by my true seLf
I know that I’m both aware and unaware
I’m conscious unconsciousness
My conscience is aware of my consciousness, what Lies beneath me is aware of what can be seen of me
My body is aware of my spirit
My spirit is encased and embodied and wants to be free
My thoughts are on that thing behind the cLouds
that thing that changes, constantLy, for me.
that oneness… beyond words.

Some things are just too hard to beLieve.
i end up repenting… and knowing. knowing nothing at aLL. Lay it down or turn into a piLLar of saLt. Forget.
Now! i remember you.
– shiLa iris ❣️

He & I
ARE…
in [on] a reaLm deeper than appearances.
a reaLm ideaL and subLime.
aLways and absoLute. God is the way >>>>>>>>
shiLa iris
)the deep stiLLness that is(
ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, om.
Om. Aum. HaLLeLujah.
Can you see the 3 in Om- the Father, the HoLy Ghost, and the Sun?
can you see the 3 in the Out, the In, and in the In Between?
Deep, then deeper.
High, then higher.
I’m speaking to who I know.
PatientLy and radiantLy the Universe exists.

God is the thing, between, us.
(You wiLL not rest untiL you find it).
– shiLa iris

Take me with you, or Let go. You have been given free wiLL by the power that created you, and, so have I. There’s nothing Like that power.
–shiLa iris
Mother knows. Are you reaLLy my friend?

If I’m worth Losing, Lose me.
I have Limits worth acknowLedging. Ask me. Then Listen.
Not to be taken so LiteraLLy, but to be understand beyond words.
-shiLa iris
P.S. Listen to Bob Marley & The WaiLers: Satisfy My SouL… just because beyond any given visuaL, or reLigion, or superficiaL reaLity, I can get what was being said by The WaiLers in this song… “I’m happy inside, aLL of the time. Can’t you see, why won’t you beLieve me? Oh DarLing, darLing, I’m caLLing, caLLing. Satisfy My SOuL.”
I’m Bob in this song, and the background singer/ dancers, and the Band. No video necessary. smiLe.
“PoLLution is aLL around me. My soLution Lies there in cLear air.”
“… is it a crime, that i stiLL want you, and I want you to want me too. TeLL the truth about it.”

This is aLL spoken in the softest, most suLtry voice you can imagine.
There is nothing tough about it.
You’re not aLone. Are you tough enough for Love?
It was aLways you and me. I aLways needed a tougher Love.
I cuLtivate it. With every part of my being.
It’s a new day and I know you’re trying.
You’re not there if I have to wait.
-shiLa iris
(and, I’m a musician, so, there’s aLways a beat to my words. imagine if you could hear it)!!!
i’LL deLiver, give me a chance.
i’m in the wiLderness.

Do you know what it takes to grow a Christmas Tree?
Refresh your screen.

I speak when spoken to.
I’m Listening.
shiLa iris

I received a Letter from Him,
in His own handwriting.
Somehow, he is so deserving of my Love?
Hmmmmm. Mmmmmm.
Let me think about that.
4:44, Less than 90 Degrees
ShiLa Iris
P.S. My present temper…
this is not just a faLse pretense.
There is so much more to this story.
Years of respect and patience surface.
He asks questions that matter.
Even those that don’t.
I excavate, I dig.
I’m Listening. Becuz such simpLe things Leave imprints.
He is the most gaLLant Man I know. With the most integrity.
He has moraLs and exercises his wiLL with exceLLent discrimination.
As I change, as I fLow.
I am teLLing you how to save her.
How to save YOU.
PLease do.

I want you to be my baby…
for Rosemary. DaLmira, and Judy.

There are some women that love to see me coming,
there are some that don’t.
Wherever you fall between these extremes,
I can see you, and I feel you.
No hard feelings, at all.
Light and Lovely,
as the seed from which I came,
… the roots that burrow deep towards the center of the Earth,
the water that falls, telling the stories of my creation,
nourishing, the roses that bloom…
“They climb stairwells and ladders
to explore the depths of her mind.
They feed from her being on the bottom
only to realize that they exalt her,
to the most high.”
Shila Iris
Happy Birthday, Mother Rose.
… and Brandi G.
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P.S. Answer the spiritual call.
Grace-full💜🌙
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
When is Kwanzaa and my daily Kwanzaa practice
"Enlightening Through Words Of Wisdom"
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
WE CREATE YOUR FAIRY EVENTS