Caught in the puzzles of expectation, we ride tidal waves of reality into our deaths.
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A blinding light of silence illuminated my imagination,
Pictures of the future, glowing brightly, bringing acutefeatures of soon to be concrete images of technology.
Touching vibrations of every beat being played, calmly reaching into the depths of my being.
Keeping me sane, taking me on a rendezvous through splendid landscapes and across symphonies of wisdom.
Literate potential fills me unexpectantly with a
spacious contentment.Experiencing a freedom of sorts, a defining ofwho I am and who I’d like to be.Raising an inner awareness of spiritual necessity,allowing it to claim my soul without reserve.Sensing a delicate amount of tacit hesitance,holding back thoughts with an energy of untoldmirth.
Walking up mountains, sorrowfully crying within, ruing yesterday’s memories as intelligent visions take over, sending me into a tail spin.
All images will eternally be kept in tact as I step into heaven and walk past it’s gates.Silently remembering, always knowing, what happened in my life on earth.
Slipping into a silent space inside, reserved for only my mind,
relax and feel at home, with no interference.A polite, quiet remembering, placidly suggesting soothing tidesof life, sequestering me within oceans of rhythm as I float uponwaves of truth.