Mistrusting every motive is a necessary beatitude in life.
Such is the way of the world.
Taking in all of earthly goods, knowing they will be folded
negatively into closets, crammed intuitively forever.
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Beautiful white flowers on a branch, placed in a vase
abode – a tree.Dogwood flowers reminding images of New Jersey a longtime ago.Now memories in a part of grey matter from when young.Touching their beauty and sacredness with sensesstrong enough to smell their scent still.
Sending notes into pits, letting them find their own words to write into pages of books, belonging to intellect.
Heart vibrating quickly, taking into account, the rhythms of my soul as they reverberate across heaven.Finding spaces to reside in, getting into shape, exercising their figures and copulating definitions into factual images, sounding like histories of etudes from classical signs of yesterday.Looking closely as the sun sets itself over my mind, closing doors for just…
Rhythms of nature flowing onto the piano of my mind,
cognitive thinking – alone and floating into tides oflife.
Reaching for limits that I have stretched beyond sight, wanting to attain more intellectual imagination than ever before.
Covering so many aspects of concentration, filling my mind with spacious pictures on photographic screens, finally appearing clearer, stronger, just like before.Lost in a beautiful land of imagery, wonder tantalizing my innate curiosity as it climbs ever higher to explore and discover what is out there beyond the past experiences I’ve gone through in poetical…
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.
Helicopter shadows flying across mountains, filled with pine trees and rocks.
A talent, a gift from above, I treasure it greatly, it is simply beautiful and I enjoy it more fully every day I have it.It’s an extraordinary feat, and always at my beck and call when I hear music, melodies, nature and images hiding in my mind.