All is sacred cut

All peoples,

as gems of themselves,

are their own sacred cut,

through their life,

these personal life lessons

as cutting means.

The cuts are in their hair,

their handwriting,

their physical chemistry

as their life experiment.

There are cuts

in the subsequent presence

of their dis(-)ease,

the transmission and broadcast

of their thought forms,

their emotional 24/7 displays,

their topically driven acting out,

their aura put on air,

their field emitting of being

and throughout their deeds.

Almost as musical score sheets,

for them to find ink,

as song finds voice,

as harmony gives way

and way becomes . . .

one uniqueness of light.

As much as nature

is its true representation,

manifesting the sacred cut

in every way,

humans are likewise channelers,

of their gem-cutter skills,

in spite of their consciousness,

training or beliefs.

However embedded within . . .

all is eventually sacred cut.

All is one emanation

towards refinement.

Muffle-dom is the state

of our understanding,

as slapstick,

moving towards clarity of being.

Everything in essence

is blessed in its method,

sacred though concealed

within symbols and expression.

We are as all,

as a consciousness,

have far to go

to unveil

the one-gem exposed,

to embrace

the surrender to essence,

to consummate

into oneness luminosity,

yet all . . .

for now,

however unrevealed,

however unpolished,

however unlit from within,

in stillness present,

is sacred cut.