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The song of the ocean is loveliest of all.
The foam as it breaks under the pull – the mistas it spreads and lingers in our eyes.Over the waters a bell cries out and today isSunday we realize.Up, over and beyond the sand the little dropsof water become one.To become great we must first become small,says the drop of an ocean as it falls…
Ripples running through a melody,
Giving us a feeling of euphoria,bringing a smile to our tired faces.A quirky little song about mama,sung in jest for all in attendance.
Walking, walking, on and on.
Don’t want anyone to catch up.Just walk, think and forgeteverything in the back of your mind.
Clicking in my mind, sending messages to and from consciousness and back from unconsciousness to a reality I don’t want to realize or observe.
Hoping to go beyond all worldly measures and take hold of a halo as I run through the gates of heaven.
Intrinsic value finds it’s way into rescinding life, ebbing away at night.
Peacefully, I address Him in prayer, hoping to find answers that are never readily at hand.
Rolling across the universe, taking energy along for the ride, beckoning to my spirit to join in the festivities.
Living on edges of subconsciousness, holding onto particles of visions, taking picturesque figures and placing them in books, autographed by memory and intellect.