Adjusting every time to the music being played.
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Somnolently greeting me at an entrance to secondary imagination.
Excusing nothing, delivering an open mind and allowing it entrance now to a ninth dimension.Unfurling itself in an Arabic song filled with an ancient harmony, distancing me from an iridescent opal.
My philosophy is and has always been that God puts people in your
Make the most of your time with them, giving, caring, and sharing –heart and soul – totally.Do not diminish God with selfishness, greed, gossip or envy – giveto another generously, gratefully, humbly.Allow God to use us, through our relationships, our friendships with one another all our lives.Goodness of our Lord will reach another’s heart when…
Lonesomeness is a trial of life for most people,
anything I think of out of the ordinary.Sololy following edges of night into the daylightof next mornings, without thoughts to contrarypredicaments.
Driving into a storm of lightening and thunder, circling issues of childhood set in permanent frames without doubts of what went on in days of old.
Sending messages into depths of subconsciousness, retrieving more intense emotions as they rise to the surface, polished and shining into my mind with prosaic intelligence, writing down every single atom with amazing confidence in self.Achieving many avenues of wisdom through incessant beats of musical perfection, helping me to step beyond limits of imagination, becoming treasures…
Looking out a breezeway window,
with flowing water and many koi.An interesting sight to behold soearly in the morning, especiallyfor a Monday.
Writing plaintively in a haze of sunshine, rays touching my mind, warming it, priming it for an intense mood of allowable emotions.
Solemnly contemplating life and it’s insistence to progress into death, wondering what’s the reason.Knowing that I’ll be reunited in heaven, but why? Why purgatory?Why can’t we just skip earth and go straight there?Isn’t earth enough of a hell as we try to better ourselves through all types of suffering and trials, failing miserably, we are…