Love is the Universe (5/16/16)

Love is the Universe.

In which the Universe is Infinite making Love Infinite so in Us being the Universe We are Love and thus We are Infinite.

I find myself time and time again reliving this thought in my mind’s eye. My Third Eye opened, seeing the light expanding past this human vision into the very truth of spiritual existence. I See Myself. I See the Light of All the Spirits having this Human Experience with Me.

When I reach out my hand I touch the very fabric of Universal Flow, Love. It’s warm entanglement between each of my fingers, making them burn with a resonance that singes all doubt, all fear, all that seeks to cool my eternal flame.

Walking, I continue on Forever for Love is how I lead My Life, expanding as Universes do.

Stars Don’t Shine as Bright without Darkness (7/6/14)

This is a combination effort of a picture someone I know shared (the center photo) surrounded by pictures I took of the fireworks on Friday ❤️ 🙂

The Daylight (poetry)

“The Daylight” by Mykell Hatcher-McLarin 6/24/14

I looked out the window
and it was as if the Sun was Shining for Me.
I knew he wasn’t
but for a second I imagined
that if I gazed at the Trickles of Light
peaking through my curtain
that they would Embrace my Skin
with Warmth.
I Imagined that
I was someone to be Seen.
I stood there for a while
Gazing at Daylight
knowing that
One Day
I would be surrounded by Solar Flares
Shredding the Shadows.
The Daylight
would not only be Outside My Window.
The Daylight would be Fully on Me.

https://soundcloud.com/stephen-anderson/path-to-freedom

The Cloth (poetry)

“The Cloth” by Mykell Hatcher-McLarin (6/18/19)

And I walked out of the darkness like it was a cloth slipped off my shoulders. I was wearing it for so long. Draped over me like it a uniform. I was conditioned to believe that I could never shake it. I’d wear it to sleep and wake up thinking the Moon didn’t exist. Not even the rain hit my skin to cleanse me. I was covered from head to toe in darkness. But then I walked out. I walked out, I stripped down to my soul and stepped forward. And God it feels so good. God it feels so good to be naked in my Truth. I am changing and I can finally sleep under the Light of the Moon. I can stand in the rain and feel the trickles of healing me ❤

So(U)lar (poetry)

“So(U)lar” by Mykell Hatcher-McLarin 5/20/14

And the Sun, the Sun will rise.
Oh wait
And the Sun, the Sun has risen.

Woke up to another day, another day that will be as grand as sun beams that illuminate the whole earth. I feel like we’re sun beams illuminating the whole earth. I mean our light is pretty bright. I can see you from over the rainbow and through the clouds of rainstorms. My God you are shining as I’ve seen all our Gods in us adjusting mirrors to reflect inward and then outward as light fills the brim of a soul carrying sundial from the land of birthright. We were born at the center of the Sun and that light that flowed into our veins and coursed through our heartbeat was never meant to stay inside behind shaded windows and lamp covers. No, we are natural and free and brightening the world on an axis. We are continuous like the day spreading across the planets. And of course they are some that won’t feel our rays but our presence is still known across the Universe. One day we might explode, but I heard that is far down into forever. Our existence now is bright. Is more than bright, is ever present, is luminescent, is beyond reach but I still feel the warmth of the heat we bring. Here, come look at the Sun rise with me.

And the Sun, the Sun will rise.
Oh wait
And the Sun, the Sun has risen.

The Sun rose when we opened our eyes.

Without a Church Choir (poetry)

“Without a Church Choir” by Mykell Hatcher-McLarin 5/3/14

Silence.

I didn’t hear you walking from darkness into light.

I didn’t hear the angel’s sing out and horns play immaculate.
I didn’t hear the sermon of your awakening.
I didn’t hear the choir raise their voices in harmony.
I didn’t hear “Amen!” shout around the church.
I didn’t hear the stomps of the dwellers catching the holy spirit.

I didn’t hear you walking from darkness into light.

You just did. As if you didn’t need any praise.

He is I (poetry)

“He is I” by Mykell Hatcher-McLarin (4/1/14)

The Chronicles of a Young Man
who feels he has the world is in hands.
Not in having the world in his control
but instead a vast future he holds.
He never knew life would lead him here
or that the world could fill him with so much fear.
Yet here he stands!
A dream in his heart and the knowledge that he can
make his dreams come to life
no matter that along the way he’ll face strife.
He’ll transform everything he touches into light
and he’ll see the light to the end of this fight
that we like to call a lifetime
and return through rebirth and shine.
If it was never known, He is I.
If it was never shown, this life is mine.
In detail, you’ll find out through me
of my journey to become The Man I’m Supposed to Be.

“I stopped looking for the light. Decided to become it instead.”

Francheska, of ‘Hey Fran Hey’ (via basedjane)

Light (3/3/14)

Faithless is he who quits when the road darkens. Turn your internal light on highbeam.

Vann

This reminds me of when Mr. Chris said, “Never dim your light to accommodate sleepy eyes.” To me they relate because in the process of dimming one’s own light, their faith in self diminishes as well. When one closes their eyes, the space around them darkens. To close one’s eyes to light, especially one’s own light, seems to me giving up or quitting on the beauty light brings into one’s life. So then in turning and keeping your internal light on high beam, one is not dimming their light, yet letting their light shine at maximum capacity.

Keep the faith, acknowledge darkness and continue to shine through the darkness with your light ❤