Joking around, holding our minds in a territory not many can attain.
Human spirits, beautiful to behold on earth, with eyes always on heaven’s gates.
Following a pathway to holy lights of bluened gardens in our final resting places.
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praising themselves forjobs well done – eventhough they’re not doneto specific notations.
Circling life with an energy contained within,
to spread itself out, locating a space to fitand being put to use on many daily tasks.Only stilled and secreted in pockets of silence,one day to be pulled out and used.
Spreading music laughingly about the room, along with an exquisite energy of belly dancing.
Taking a rapid avenue to serenity, music brings it totally into being, expressing it in a lively and energetic stance, qualifying every step with an acrimonious piercing of the atmosphere, equipping every single moment with a vision of propensity.Across and back, pointing ahead to a center of focus, inspiring every passage of neurons to open…
Reality stares out interior windows, reflecting on life experiences and wishful thinking.
Insinuating itself at last in annals of time and space.
Rushing rhythms beating melodies into the walls,
tempos being played tonight.Keeping up, not letting down barriers so I canwrite without thinking of anything.Just letting the waterfall in my intellect keepflowing, taking all thoughts and attachingmeanings in poems.
Summer gusts of wind, blowing my mind in all directions, finding my way into many dimensions of mathematical formulas.
Seasoning nature as it falls into line with becoming attitudes of stubbornness, hanging onto life lines of believing so I may pass from earth to the hereafter without missing a beat of my heart in spacious moments of life.