abode – a tree.
Dogwood flowers reminding images of New Jersey a long
time ago.
Now memories in a part of grey matter from when young.
Touching their beauty and sacredness with senses
strong enough to smell their scent still.
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Solemn thoughts being arranged
giving off scents in beautiful images.Stretching elastically into future destinies,holding always to yesterday’s pastimes and energy.Calmly sating the lure of enticing brain foodbeing placed in my mind on platters of musicalcompositions, giving an energy of tomorrow’s futureabilities.Knowing all ideas as they are brought into focus,closely identifying with who I am.
Tapping into inner mysteries, being involved discretely with an aptitude of musical compositions.
Sensitive to a point of pain-filled thought, watching music flowing penetratingly into my mind – so intently – without a single qualm to ignore.
Patiently dwelling within, tasting chocolate feelings of life, transfiguring my mind in aspects of divine providence.
Picturing dreams of intense quality, standing out on pavements of extreme derision.Holding togetherness in cupped prayers, fulfilling promises required by God.
Even in death a palo verde tree looks graceful and delicate.
Touching my heart, a teardrop forms and slides down my cheek in celebration of the memory of it’s once long life.
Anticipated glory filters through years of sacrifice and suffering, timidly hiding from it’s recognition.
lifetime behavior and innate senses.Alluring designs comforting inner patterns of thought, sensitively touching feelings as they creatively becomebooks and pages in literature.