Collectively touching my senses and putting them back in the mix where they belong.
Textures refining my brain, grasping it’s cells and retraining them with many episodes of enlightenment.
Using what wisdom I have left, taking the time to readjust synapses by thought, taking me hopefully back to myself and what I have always known through my intellect.
and listening tothe quietness of mysoul.
words into a musical song.Giving it all, spreading smilesthroughout Wagon Yard, soaring withthe angels into blue skies of wonder.Seriously looking inward, feeling thestress ease itself within, relaxingheart and mind as one.A lively mood, settling into a pool of desire.
causing a pilgrimage to begin in earlyevening, in lands of contemplative mirrors.Trying to understand explanations of earlylanguages, assimilating their essences intostages of beautiful stations.Whispering lazily upon an ocean wave intomists of tomorrow.
Just feeling all of the extraordinary feelings sets emotions flashing like fireworks in the sky on the fourth of July.
