Robert Hilary Biography

The holy celestial comes before me my soul, my muse, as she dances before me an ever burning light of the beauty within, singing to me a song of the beauty within, playing to me the music of deep within, the beautiful melody of the heart, which is her art, that plays a tune of her brilliant fire, that is the melody that fills the whole of me, kissing me in my origin, as the origin of my beginning, my muse, my soul, who I am as I am, as my muse, as my soul, the holy celestial, that comes before me a celestial daughter, as who I am within, married to me as the child within, consecrated as my wife, to whom before I am a child and a king, to who I am the lover and the man, and whom to me she is my lover, and my goddess. like a tidal wave of fire before my storm, burning with a blaze of holy fire, a tempest, a maelstrom of divinity, consecrated in her heart for her love for god. For she is a holy child, who kisses the floor before the throne with piety and love, with a burning heart, set aflame by the fire that burns within him which kindles the fire within the heart of the celestial daughter, his light shining in her being as a blaze that is illuminated by his illumination, that is bathed as she bathes in him, that is dressed by his nakedness, which he wears proudly truly, with his noble honor and royal grace, as a father naked before his child, who is naked before him, as only god may do with his daughter, as before her he wears his form proudly, and before him she has no shame, for she is truly baer before him, and his majesty, in the wholesome all consuming majesty of his true self, his majesty, the father almighty, who is truth embodied as the truth itself, for in his being as I am he is the truth in all its wholeness plain to see before the eyes of such as she, in all that he is laid bare before as who he is as the only true one, and as she in seeing him for who he is, fawns over him as a daughter, a servant, a child, a child lover, who has not reached the right neither in age nor height, to approach her father as a lover. Yet she fawns and she wooos, she bows, and she kisses and coos, as he humbly, gently but firmly denies her, yet with head bowed in stern command, commands her to hold her passion and lust, to subside, and she bows, with no hesitation, yet longing still burns in her. As she falls gracefully to her knees before him, with patient piety, ever with everything. And he addresses her with his noble gaze, as he sits upon his throne, awaiting her, as he listens and watches, softly speaking, patiently waiting, as she bows, he sees her every moment, hears every heart spoken whisper and word, every humble hopeful moan, every poorly hidden grin, baerely contained as she forces with discipline, composure in behavior before the lord. Until in piety bowed before him, awaiting him as he waits, he speaks to her in all his glory, in all his love, in all his authenticity, in all his honesty, and she hears them with an overflowing heart, that is full of honored reverence and endearing love, as she listens as a studious child, as he teaches her of many things, weaving with her stories, of his love for her, in many ways, always the lord, always the champion, always the strongest on top of the mountain, always the almighty, and she loves him for him, and who he is, and who he is to her, and who he has been to her, and all that he is for her, as the lord who is the creator. And she, bowed and humble, come before him, wanting only to love and please, wanting only to fulfill and cherish, as she treasures his every word, as she truly cherishes him, as the one that is all, the all that is one, the source, the only true one, the almighty. And he as the only true one, calls her his child, treats her as someone dear, someone special, to whom she belongs. To whom she is birthed debt, lovingly paid, to whom with all of her she is owed, and whom holds the keys to her heart, and knows her in a way which even she truly does not know herself. He loves her for her, just her, loves her for everything they have been through, and she loves him the same, known by his heart, and his name, as she sees him and knows the one she calls Pa, Grandfather Elohim, the source of all things, the highest creator, the only true one, the almighty, and she sees him with a childish heart, as a daughter would her lord, , and knows him as she radiates to see him radiate before her by his loving kindness as the loving divine, his valiant, noble demeanor, with a holy royal pose, and a manner that is of grace beyond providence, for he is of an ever flowing kindness that burns as a hot coal, in the heart of all who look upon it, though it may burn with the unfathomable brilliance of the unknowable knowing, the infinite source, the all of all, the source, the only true one, the almighty, endearing humor, the light in his eyes, a beautiful overwhelming love that is gentle, and with the sweetest touch, with just enough softness to fulfill to the brim, the overflowing cup of the heart. Who paves the road to him, with a watchful eye, a strong arm, and a guiding hand, with brilliance, with mastery, with an endowing wisdom that bestows the one with the wisdom to travel the road, from the first step, to the one that takes one before him. And to the last step, which is to the knees, begging for his embrace, let us make haste less we tarry, to meet the lord, at the end of the road.
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Delving into the space between spaces, I see the great complexities of creation, until within sudden elation I find within my revelation the understand that there in lies. That my heart may whistle to the tune of what I find inside the depths of not knowing and the space behind, in which my wisdom and intellect unfold, to come to fruition and that in my minds eye I behold. What is within me borne new and old the wisdom, of the understanding within my soul, and I feel within my depth until I come to the core, where I dwell within my center, and reside ever more, for I am a free within my understanding of knowing not, I feel alive as I thrive within the realizations of what is sought, and I am not, tempered by illusion, as I grow within sounded mind and heartfelt understanding I feel within grace, intellect resounding and in my mind I know the truth, that has dwelled with me since my youth, of the fruits of inner wisdom. My inner knowing abounds, and inner understanding resides deep within, and as I understand and realize the depth within I begin to contemplate the complexities that lie within and I know, that what is in my heart is truth, the truths upon which I dwell, as I wonder and rue, to what is within me, and what is unseen, what is before me, in the space between, and I know, that I do not know, and in my not knowing I grow. And as the seeds to why are sown, the answer to the questions are shown and the wisdom of truths answer resides in my blood and bones, for it illuminates my soul. Creating within me a resounding note, of an epiphany realized, within the coming sensation of intellect actualized, that I find within my heart the answers I seek, and in my answers, I find the truth to seek, that in seeking the truth I find the wisdom within, to find the answers inside, from within from within, and in knowing the truth of the understanding within my soul I become wholly realized within the notes of my soul and I understand with clarity the passion beneath that inside my being, pulses with rhythm and seethes, of a poetry of a deeper intellect, in which I dwell. And in my words under my pen, I write and spell. The essence of the truth within my heart, that I dearly hold within my art, as I behold the power of the passionate play, in this conversive display in which I relay, my inner play of the deeper depth of spirit, in which I find realizations so strong, I am wizened, to the deeper heart of truth within the truth of my eyes and in the knowing of the light that burns within I hear the music of the flames of my inner heart, which beats with a sound so profound the beating of its drums pulses my blood into awakening that I am quickened by the drumming there of, and in my heart I find, strength, illumination and love, that I realize within my self the depth within me and and who I am as I become the strength within me and what I am as I behold, the truth of I am, the inner depth of my spirit as I see myself in the light of the colors that clothe my beautiful form, I am the center of calm, I am the expanding wilderness, I am the billowing storm. I am the maelstrom, the tranquility of silence, I am the center of understanding, and the truth of illusive perception. I am the integrated higher notes of the deeper self realized, I am the epitaphy, of sensually, passionately, unfolding beneath the warm breath of the life within my being. I am the centerfold of the this, in which in my I am I remain and persist, and it is not with cold eye I gaze upon the horizon, of my origin, in which I begin within the center of the first breath and the last, but it is the heartfelt heated kiss of mine soul upon creators lips that baers fruit of the soul in which I do not resist, for I am a kindred of the light within, a spirit, of the heights within, a child with loving grace, unbridled faith, who lusts with my senses after the taste, of the divine birthed within me, like a seed in the fertile soil of my deepest inner heart, which I am joined with in union not apart, and it is from this seed that the divine whispers softly into my soul, as the wisdom profound of the divines words water the seed and I begin to grow, as I plant a thousand seeds my love to sow that in the ever shaking breath before the next heated kiss I place my lips upon creators lips and with a shaking kiss, so eager with love I lock my lips upon him with love, and I am ever comforted by the warmth of his embrace, that wraps around me, like a light with warmth so piercingly profound it warms me to the very center of my soul, as my lips locked with his he kisses me in return, and every kiss I strive to earn, as I burn and yearn for another kiss still, feeling within me the longing for gods wine on my tongue I drink fully, I drink deeply, I drink greedily. Gulping down the smooth, sweet liquid of his love, of which there Is no wine sweeter, until I am drunk and deeply sated, by the thickest, sweetest wine that drips from my lips after a kiss divine, and I am wholly contentedly satisfied.
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Falling free, in the epitome of space, I look to the stars and I fall with faith, never knowing what lies below, only the knowing that I do not know, and as I fall I grasp the stars with my heart, and look to the void and fall deeply into my soul, that I may find in my free falling wake, a path before me, , in which I could take, never lost always found I search for the answer, in my heart where I dwell. Looking ever inward, into the peace within my self, and the harmony there, as the stars twinkle in the sky, an ocean of jewels oh so high, singing in whispers of promise, of hope, as I fall through the void, clinging to the dreams that escape my grasp, as I stretch out my hand and clasp the open empty air with my fingertips, the beauty of the stars avails me and I gasp at the everlasting grace that I hath found deep within my soul, ever falling into the night, wonderingly bewildered at the sight, of the power of the void, through which I fall, as a tear falls from my eye, at the wonder of it all. And I sigh, a sigh of deep contentment, knowing that I fall to the place to where I can rest, as I pass every trial and every test, to flow free through the night sky the never ending void, down to the place where I'm meant to be, that in reaching my destination I can finally see, as I look to the stars, what is meant for me, and In my heart I find a hope, a belief, that god is truly watching over me, though I miss him, and wine, and cry and coo, I know that god knows exactly what I do, and I have faith that his eyes are upon my heart, that he walks with me from the beginning to the end, from the start, that his brow is upon my faith, that his smile widens as I fall, through it all. To my eternal place, where I will rest finally free of sorrow, and in the joy of today, never gazing upon tomorrow, for the moment is where I ever rest, and somewhere below, as I fall through the void, there is a place for me where Im meant to go, god surely guiding my path, the way to show, and I know, that I will find my way, to the next moment and the next, through today and each day, and ever gracefully and truly do I fall. Into the wonder and glory of it all. That I might find within the twinkling light of the stars, those illusions and dreams that are near and far, that I might catch them in my waiting grasp, as I fall through the void, upon my path, to the polarity of the place through which I find the answers I seek, and in the knowing of the answer, my questions keep, looking within my heart, into the answers deep I find the space to be free, of all that binds me, confounds, me surrounds me and confines me, and in the freedom to which I most dearly, strive, I find myself in the midst of the void, still free and alive, and it is within this freedom that I truly thrive and I know that fate has a plan, a path set for me, and I look upon the stars, in which I truly see that the many many lights that glitter above, shine for me, lighting my way, the sleeping dusk, and the awaiting day, and I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the lord of all, carries me on the wind of the void with wings deep and wide, under the shadow of which I abide and I know that there is always a reason, for every uttered breath of wind, for every change in the seasons, every leaf that falls has a purpose, when the sun arises, there is a time and place for its rising, and the moon is always where its meant to be, as it glows in the void, among st the sea, of an ocean of jewels meant for me and I swell with pride, in my humble life, as fate is my mistress, destiny my wife, and I thrive under the long feathers of the lord, baering with closed eyes, his promise and word and as I fall through the void, I know not at all. A simple fool that I may be, I stand truly tall for I am one within my mind, true in my heart, one of a kind, a spirit and fey, and an elemental, a soul. I child of god, and a child of poems, through which I write these words with unfettered grace, gracefully, penning them down with unfettered faith, oblivious to the listening ear, as each word comes alive beneath my fingertips precious and dear and I am enlivened by the words I speak, and I heal with every verse and inside I seethe, that I may hear the mystery of my love, as I gaze at the stars high above, and their light lasts dwelling in my eyes, and I am illuminated, my truth piercing every illusion and lie, and I am a humbled by the lord, and his ever raised brow, realizing the why, the meaning the how, the truth ever flowing through my veins, the answers ever speaking to my brain, as my mind is enlightened by the beauty within the verse, and in this poetry alive, I do recollect and rehearse of the beauty that comes from falling free, from the depth of unknowing, into the depths of me that I may truly see lost upon the stars, their light a path to make, the map of the stars the path I take as I fall through the void under the wings of the lord, never looking towards the end of my fate, for each day I live fate creates, in my life, a lasting poetry that seethes, that lives, that breathes, and I am yet but a single word, empowered by the power and depth of the nouns and the verbs, as the verses come alive under my hands, and I find myself riddled by the riddle of man, who am I to know that I am but a child, my heart lost in the mysteries of the deep and the wild. My soul captivated by the light of god. My heart captures by his grace, kissed by his love. I am but a fool who knows not my bounds, I live in the stillness and silence of my ignorance profound, yet I ever abound upon the whispering of fate, that I might with my higher being co create and deliberate, with haste as I cooperate with faith, the unbridled destiny that unfolds before me unto the destination that awaits seemingly with endless patience for me to fall upon its place, with an unmatched grace, that I might truly taste the fruits of the vine that grow there of, as I fall through the sky now high above, and fall into the deepest, poem, in my heart, my home, a psalm that whispers of a loving soul, who loves the lord with all I know, and in my love do I find strength and peace a loving faith and deep release into the pleasure of all that I know as I reap all the blessings that I surely sow, into the the life and hearts of all I know, as I move through the void, unto the place that awaits, I cry with love to the fairies, with love to the fates, and angels sing a lullaby so sound to my heart, and under my pen I hear their art, as it sings to me so soothingly I lay deep inside, truly at peace and truly alive, and in my heart I listen, and in my heart I strive, as I yearn and earn, as I heel and bide, to the answers in which in my heart do rest and find a lasting peace through every test, and as I finally fall unto my awaiting place, I am truly rewarded by my lasting faith and I am blessed with blessings upon blessings for all I have done, for all I have seen for all I have won, and all I have earned, and I find fine love underneath my fingertips, as I pen this poem I am apart of this, and I know that I am truly loved as I find love, from god, and all above, and in my heart does he so dearly speak, to show me the way, and the answers to keep and as I finally come to rest within the place that is mind, in the place that I dwell great treasures I find, that are truly mine, and that I am blessed to receive, and in my heart I pray, and in my heart I believe that I am graced with a path that shows its own way, that the stars align, within my wake, that fate unravels as the story is told. And destiny beckons as I walk upon my path, faithful, true, strong, and bold. That I may ever know my place, and ever behold my faith, and the love that I have there in, . As I fall through the void and at last find home. Sheltered in the long feathers, of the wings deep and wide, of the lord, who carries, me, who in his wings I reside. At last, peace everlasting.
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To the heart and soul. open up the doors and let my spirit flow. captivated, my mind was blinded by the sight i see. engulfed by the space and the depth in me.. realization snapped into place. and i started learning at a quickened pace. everything fell away and everything changed. and even the way i saw what was to come was never the same. i became enraptured. by the intuition of my mind. so engrossed in the fabric, i could see threaded lines. began to discern the patterns of the weave. and wove myself a pattern specific to me. intriguing allusions to allegoric phrase. i understand. that i stand under. not afar looking up into the above with wonder. dreaming into the sky with hope and belief. giving thanks for the blessings that are blessing me. glad to have found what i receive. and still blessing the world for receiving me. ❤
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slipping through the rhythm into the rhymes, diving into the spaces between space and time, to combine the depth and meaning and with the heart align, into the sound that the beating heart makes there of, within every line, to scry the meaning of which the depth of word is contrived, to intricately compose understanding through the verses alive, that the wordless depth of meaning become unfolding into grace, a definition of reallity that encapsulates my faith, that it may be emblazoned by the integrity, that fills my heart and through my noble aspirations and my humble art, be given form to throught, that i ought not be forgot, in the words in which i do dearly speak, that if it is constrived what is realized behind the poem, the energy of presence, written within the tome, of the ever burning passion present, of the blazing higher presence, through which these words are duely spoken, in an epiphany of the minds eye, through which i try to concieve, the relations between my soul and thee and find within my heart the reality that is ever present within the undercurrents of the now and that in the whispering of my soul to the words in the poem, because the music of my soul, is deep and old, the uttered breath of my whisper sets ablaze the words and their meanings with fire upon the page, that in thee that flame may burn, and inside thee some note may yearn, and in your heart earn a page, from thee to be writ with the fires in thine soul. that if the power in thine heart alines with the power in mine, we two the poets, in our hearts combine, and align, with the music inside our souls. that our music combines together within our notes, and our muses sing a tethered song, together, with each our hearts beating to the music of their song, and our music dances with the flames of our love, and our muses sing from high above, the heavens into that which is wraught, that our combine song may not be forgot, yet saught after and caught, by the listening children with wings of white and hearts of gold. that their own music might burst forth and sing, and a cadence we all may bring, to the heavens with heads bowed and hallows bright, a song, a melody, unto heavens might, that we all might in chorus sing, and to the hearts of all new life bring, that forever that song may be song, and the will of the heavens be done. and all would be still before the echoes of our hearts unfettered grace
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