The answers are all in Nature
and Human Nature..
TRULY NEEDED BUT
YES.. STEPS.. WitH
NATURE IN MIND
TO FIND MUCH GREATER
POTENTIAL HUMAN NATURE
WORKING WITH THE
OF NATURE INSTEAD
And, here is my latest PROOF, not only of a Shared/Collective Consciousness AND THE PHENOMENON OF SYNCHRONICITY; BUT ALSO PROOF OF GOD, for folks who can ‘see’ and ‘hear’,
a little deeper with MORE THAN eYES AND eARS.
THERE ARE literally AND METAPHORICALLY over 100 synchronicities,
if not over 200, depending on who is viewing the potential
OF THAT IN THE linked one effort blog post,
IN THIS ONE ‘small’ 7588 word effort, as the ‘7000 word man’, haha!, per one of those synchronicities, as named here before on this Internet SITE, by someone else, when it is far from the literal truth, at around 1000 words or so, per post, on average.
Now I limit that to size of singular efforts in blog post links, as to not ‘kill’ the server capacity of the website here, HA! ha!..;)
Anyway, the first synchronicity per title of the post, SiX MAGiCK, is my birthday is 6/6/60, not including THAT in the actual post, as I like to keep some things interesting, and ‘partially hidden’, just for FUN!..;)
And that fact, alone, IS ‘synchronicitily’ ‘strange’ enough to spark fear in the eyes of fundamentalist Christian
cash register operators, checking my I.D., back in the days of my early 40’s, where I have a beer once in a while, getting carded still then for looking unusually young, for whatever reason, for my chronological age then, as well, as now;
although I’ve only been carded once, at the club where I go to dance, now, by a REALLY EXTRA-CAUTIOUS DOORMAN, WHO PROBABLY WANTS TO MAKE SURE, I AM NOT AN UNDERCOVER COP, WITH MY COOL SUNGLASSES AND ‘LAW ENFORCEMENT’ HAIR-CUT, TESTING HIM AS SUCH..;)
ThERE IS NORMAL INTELLIGENCE, per so-called cultural definitions of THAT;
AND THEN THERE IS EXTRA-NORMAL INTELLIGENCE
AND OR E.T. intelligence, like mine.
I celebrate that, with no qualms or worries…
As I am FREE BABY, ALL NATURAL,
ALL THE TIME NOW, yes, NOW,
WITH THE GOD OF MOTHER NATURE TRUE
in TRUTH AND LIGHT, AKA ILLUMINATI, heHE!..)!
I actually have no earthly idea why, IN MY
UNIVERSE, AT LEAST,
you would not be
able to understand it.
THAT makes no sense to me.
I have no problem understanding it.
But thanks for letting me know.
To appease you, I will not comment anymore
here in this thread, at all, since you started it,
for NOW, at least.
But to BE CRYSTAL CLEAR, AND TO LET YOU KNOW,
this is how I communicate, so if you find me elsewhere, I suggest
you just scroll past me, like I do NOT EXIST..:)
Smiles, and have a nice now..:)
Using caps is a common literary device to enhance emotion in language
for people who enjoy human emotion. It is also an alternative to
using the bolding function that is clunky to say the least, here.
And finally, I do not adhere to just the ‘Queen’s English’, i FIND IT BORING,
and chose to play and create with it, beyond the RULE and rules of others,
Otherwise known as TRUE HUMAN LIFE SET FREE, IN ALL THE WAYS
HUMAN POTENTIAL CAN COME TO FRUITION, IN REAL FLESH AND BLOOD LIFE..:)
‘Why don’t you simplify things :)’
‘Cause, as I clearly, or hopefully clearly stated in the post above;
perhaps you didn’t catch the edit;
I find simplicity boring, and instead, will and make real life
dreams come true..:)
IN both words and flesh.
That takes REAL FLESH
work, and NOT
just following the
Truly, the FACT AND EMOTIONBODY
AND MIND BALANCE of the matter
AND FULLER HUMAN POTENTIAL IS
scientists and folks who practice science,
overall, are often borderline PSEUDO-human beings.
HaHA! that IS BOTH IRONIC, AND TRULY SAD, AT least to me..:(…..
AND EVEN more ironic, even science now, suggests that folks who live in a ‘mechanical cognition mind-set’ repress the MUCH HIGHER POTENTIAL OF THE ‘social cognition/empathic mind’, also known as what SETS ‘us’ apart from Snakes and Great White sharks, and such as that….AKA HUMANITY.
Human imagination/Creativity DRIVING HIGHER LEVELS OF PHYSICAL INTELLIGENCE ACTUALLY PRACTICED in real FLESH AND BLOOD life to regulate emotions, integrate senses, AND INCREASE COGNITIVE executive functioning through greater focus and short term working memory
IS AT LEAST ‘One GREEN PILL’ ‘CURE’ to bring humanity BACK, LIKE THE PHOENIX rising from the ashes of systemizing science per mechanized Robot/Zombie minds and bodies out of balance, making the Zombie Apocalypse A real potential HUMAN CULTURAL MEME COME TRUE AS NIGHTMARE instead of fantasy, in metaphor of course..:)
Ha! this is both literally and metaphorically the topic of my last two epic free verse poetry ‘taling’ posts.. of around 7.5K words each..
I love the way my elders can story ‘tale’ for hours around the table.. effortlessly without catching a breath…
By the time i enjoy THAT in an input furry of school.. i barely have the ability to state an oral paragraph in words….
Now in the Twitter world ‘we’ live in now.. a paragraph is becoming unknown.. and even words are reduced to letters instead of metaphors…
Anyway.. i enjoy it and will continue enjoying it..
even if i the am last ‘human’ on earth who
is capable of going further in life than..
and who knows..
potentially a letter too..
when the human race
can no longer communicate…
socially.. reciprocally.. or cooperatively..
Some people.. think i’m not intelligible.. as truly
some folks have likely never ever
a heArt.. and that is
the tale in telling the TRUTH OF A
BRAVE NEW WORLD.. COME TO REALITY.. INSTEAD OF
Oh yeah.. and then there is dance instead of sidewalk straight talk.. but
that’s a story for another comment.. somewhere.. some ..now.. later.. i guess..:)
And one final note.. before i say goodbye.. the intelligible issue.. is a just a ‘little’ ironic.. considering where we are..
But never the less.. i have been spending way too much time here lately.. and am i going to go on a ‘little’ self-imposed break..:)
When i come back.. i’ll try my very bestest.. to stick to Queen’s English prose.. to keep everyone comfortable…..as well as.. it’s hard enough.. to be intelligible.. after a life-long issue with Autism.. that reciprocal social communication difficulty.. in the first place……
But anyway.. best wishes .. for now..:)
i may not go back to the so-called Wrong Planet..
at least not to post.. as i will likely not subject myself
to restraining minds that cannot see or hear
or the deeper and greater
Truly there is a kind of Autism lacking fuller human
that is a pit of black hole soul that knows
In my celebration of Catholic Lent.. along with
the other pieces of philosophies of others
i do pick up and carry a little
in the journey of life..
i subject myself to writing several hundred thousand
words since Lent Begins in the last week of February..
to attempt to fill ‘40,000 holes’ in the well of soul…
But that is the task of the owners
of the souls..
i provide the water.. the best i can..
in all ways imaginable..
cynical of the drink
of true higher human
mind and body in balance..
So truly a relief it is to do what i
can and WILL to DO.. and simply move on to
much greener pastures
in flesh and blood in balance
and all the art of expression that
does come freely and naturally
SO YEAH, MY EASTER IS SUNDAY
A WEEK EARLY ON PALM SUNDAY WITH
MY LAST POST ‘SiX MAGiCK’
AND TRULY REBIRTH
IN CHANGE IS
As i make
the rules for
and am never limited
by books and such as that..
But yeah.. i will most
Easter this Sunday
and particularly the
third blood moon..
on the 4th
as well.. as astronomy is
KOOL! BLOOD MOONS OR
SO for NOW.. like Ice Princess
from ‘Frozen’ and BRUCE LEE..
i will let it all go and just
FLOW IN DANCE
And let the cynics of light
and those who fear the dark..
the bed they make
BLANKET OF ONE!
i didn’t come here to live with
‘the dead’.. just to visit with them..
to get well
TRUTH AND LIGHT!
NOW THAT PART IN THE TRIP
TO THE ‘WRONG PLANET’ IS OVER
BEST WISHES AGAIN.. FOR THOSE
WHO ARE TRAPPED..
A RIGHT PLANET WHEN LIVING
AS NATURE’S SOCIALLY COOPERATIVE ANIMALS
TRULY.. IN MY OPINION.. THE KIND OF AUTISM
THAT ‘HANGS THERE’.. IS ALMOST COMPLETELY
A ‘DIAGNOSIS’ OF A CULTURE GONE INSANE..
OUT OF MIND AND BODY
NOT WHAT THE HELL
THEY ARE DOING
IN HELL.. INSTEAD OF THE RIGHT
“KINGDOM OF HEAVEN NOW”
EXPERIENCED AMONG ALL
ANIMALS AS SIMPLE
Anyway.. hopefully there is enough meditation musicK to last
ALL THE heArt
Flesh and blood fades but truly love never goes away or grows old when Love is real….
Some moments of love are greater than an eternity without love as a rose without color of Love has no color or rose @all..:)
Lust for life is a jewel of meadow.. that is only polished for love in life.. not spoiled by worries of what ever meadOwed @all..:)
Words.. Words.. dogs don’t need words..
and truly neither do humans to feel.. to express..
to touch a soul.. with eyes and hands..
or paws of
Funny how peace plus heart often leads to war..
Funny how peace plus ART often leads to HEART…
Funny how all we can do is try.. try ..try.. i CRY>..
to mend some heArt as HEARt..:)..@all..:)
Ah.. the homeless Jesus weathered and worn.. roams the land of love.. brave and free.. ah.. with love there is no worn or weathered.. as REAL LOVE only feels..ACTS and does not look above the skin..:)
And then she dancesand gives up reason AND worDs.. no longer folly of illusion.. partners her..world.. in dark valleys of low…as the mountains are toes.. and souls of feats well worn..never with shoes…of valleys low…this girl is now..
finAlly aLive..with feet of free…:)
Truly it is a gem.. when people just pause and connect.. weather car problems.. or just saying how was your day.. when strangers are like this they can become friends.. like the front porches before AC and DC destroy what is left of humans heart electric connections of living alive@all..:)
mY favorite VowEL.. hE or sHE.. is androgynous too.. and giver hEr L and she becomEs El oR GOD and add in H before and L aftEr th@and thEn GOD becomEs HELL…
It’s a small world aftRAll…
the meaning of liF
IT h E r..;)
So true.. the taxes are on top of the arTist desk.. but art knows no forms.. only free..:)
So i give Caesar what is his.. and forge on with life for free..:)
As above so below.. the flowers of spring most often bring the warmer days of soul.. so spirit flows like roses and daisies to a place where only bees and butterflies dare to roam..:)
A thousand rays of sunshine, laughs, birds singing, silly dancing cats curiously howling like hurricanes are certainly symptoms of that thing named GOD…:)
Ah.. the flower of weakness and the stamen of strength.. and the weary of foliage of mildew and rank…:)
So sad but so real it is when the rain and the poppies nourished by that rain cannot get along.. and destroy the droplets and colors of love..:)
Ravens whirling sentient breeze.. wolves with blood thirst roam heartless and slash the midnight storm.. Zombies appease sentiment of old.. the dove lies at feat of fox.. and the truth lives on in clever fox….paws….:)
But sorry that doesn’t answer the question of wHere the Lions and Tigers are….;)
Ah.. the blooms of cold flowers freezing.. icicles of petals like diamond sharp hard liquid.. in fire of Winter ARTs that can and do burn hands so raw and red in flowered thaws..:)
And the journey of dark and light blood does go on.. where dark makes red and light makes blood..and dark makes life….what life is now..:)
The death of a child.. an only son.. is a tragedy beyond repair.. and the death of my only son.. has inspired a world in his eyes..that live in thine eyes of love for thee..:)
Truly.. a well painted portrayal of the quintessential American Male.. too afraid to live and not brave enough to cry…
Art is the meal never satisfied by human wants and needs alone.. ART is the life that lives by needs and wants never satisfied by life alone..
ART IS wORth living for living wORth IS ART
Somewhere in mysteries of life GOD speaks.. thIs IS not working out A way one thinks IT is.. tHen GOD rests on eight day.. 8 ..of never.. iNfinitYnow…
Ah.. the jeans.. the expression of human genes so eloquently written in the hips of men and women.. and then there are the crotches and stitches of what is left unsaid but certainly spoken.. in flow of river and mountainous terrain..:)
Ah.. the well-helped class of heeled art never meeting the healing of living art…
Art.. signs without musical symbols.. confessions without lyrics.. squeaks without songs.. a flame without a wick.. a kiss that dreams never asleep.. tragedy and pain that come with words.. the moon rising with never a stick in time.. startled seas by cobalt blue.. passion existing in tongues that live.. the water of a dance that is never named as tango.. alone.. a belief of gaze never molded by look.. and the melting of snow.. with never form… alone…
So true.. my memories as a Catholic boy are more full of guilt from confession than absolution from sin.. and truly the guilt can be the sin.. more than the nature that is human… that no seNsIble GOD WILL create asSIn….as in human nature fully expressed or the peace of ZEN ALONE.. ALLONE.. JUST IS… JUST IS..
AT THE END OF
IT JUST IS
AND THAT IS
To wander majestic spaces unaware as animal.. is beautiful way of life.. that human separates from in dreams of cultures in truer nightmares.. away from eyes seeing only now.. in nature’s way of beauty full.. never a word to water down IS real we ARE animals of majesty too.. tHere is no majesty greater than nature true.. in animal human asONe..:)
When flowers sing more than colors poetry comes alive in nature.. as it always.. as it always is.. for NOW!..:)
Ah.. so true.. when life gets too busy to help those so close.. so truly in need.. love becomes lost.. and life is no longer living..:)
Ah.. to know that flowers feel the warmth of sun.. in all growing ways of Springest life.. Sprung from yellow heat.. IS to know the Spring of Love.. that grows petal of life.. in love of being here.. and nothing more than that..:)
i like to think love exists and lives on.. without words or even memories.. or even life.. when love lives ON.. in eyes WHO continue to love..:)
Ah.. the world of mechanical cognition.. a far cry.. from the right brain of interpretation.. creativity and love….in synchrony with mechanical mind to make a robot sing..:)
My mother always promises it’s not you eat that counts.. it’s the spirit you release.. that brings fulfillment of appetite.. and now that the working world ends.. i too.. have time…
So beautiful and so true.. love is with the flow of light and veer of dark and acceptance of difference to grow a life of heArt AS HEARt..:)
Ah.. the balance.. of bird feet.. only swaying left or right with wind of light.. ah the wind of being light.. the weight of love.. never heavy.. in feat of light..:)
Ah.. yes.. when the mirror becomes the unconditional friend.. the peace of mind and loving others.. does usually flow.. as well as health and so much more..:)
Yes.. to celebrate change is to live in now.. and to stay anywhere else.. in my mind.. is not to live at all..a pause for life.. is necessary at times.. but to gear in now.. is a flow of light.. for me in now.. or meow.. for my cat
at least.. in more..:)
The cemetery can be a greatest place for perspective.. as now is so much longer.. than a dark box.. or ashen vase..:)
Ah.. yes.. if ‘we’ had only neither said yes or no.. to the serpent.. and just lived side by side.. perhaps tens of thousands of others species of animals and plants.. will still be alive…
And a happy WHOLE family together.. might still reside…
Generally speaking.. per byproduct of cultures.. humans are such a dam nuisance.. to the rest of the kin folks.. WHO DO reside..in family of paw in petal to humming feathered.. scaled wings way…:)
A rocky terrain.. a city is.. for sprouting young seeds through cement way…
A lovely day for sweaty tear drops.. of living soil.. that rarely grows.. alive and green..
The bird that sings in silent cages.. can be alone.. with wings of gold..:)
For me the 60’s seem like the wild wild west.. with cowboys and Indians prominent.. but truly in agricultural areas like mine, the rough and tough mentality among women and men of the country does live on, without sidearms of course.
With sidearms, proudly displayed.. not sure how different life would be up in the woods of LA, Lower Alabama, aka NW Florida, haha!..
Anyway.. the flavor of my childhood does come back here.. and my favorite of childhood shows is the amazing Jim West, and the Wild Wild West.. but yeah.. a child without a live-in father is always looking for some kind of hero ’till one comes riding in on mirror..hehe!..;)
Lord knows ..the world has a way of neutering us cats and dogs.. it doesn’t even take clippers.. or sutures.. just keys and screens and multitasking something that can never be touched.. But lost and found smiles.. are in the looking glass of vitality restored…:)
A long trail to prize..
perhaps a memory too
short to apprise..
oh goodness i go 1,3,5
and win no prize..:)
Ah.. the beauty of mindful awareness that comes with the ride of life.. away from all toils and troubles of texted world…
To afraid to ride two legged beasts of motored cycle.. but with dance i ride.. in forest.. or cement shopping stores.. and the mindful awareness that comes.. is certainly la free ride for me..:)
The forecast of spring is certainly a song of rooted love..
and the cup that dwelleth among the weeds.. is always
loved in water when spring of life does flow.. to the ocean
where springs rivers creeks and streams do become oceanful..:)
And so sad in their heart of hearts in killing those 21 the perpetuators are driven by a lie to make room for Jesus by killing others.. i suppose that’s why GOD doesn’t speak in human language.. as it is too twisted to understand..:)
i suppose falling gracefully and landing softly is the key to falling down and rising further the next time one arises..or falls..:)
Oh goodness.. i know too well what invisible feels like.. both externally and internally
imposed by the circumstances of both health and employment joined together at belly
of the beast to keep going where one knows the path is known…
Greatest freedom now for me.. is never looking back.. a time now is a total please of
Ah.. i love it when the human heArt fully expressed in all poetic expressions is danced in Nature.. in the melody of above so below.. all around.. inside and out.. ‘we’ truly are lovers in ocean filled glow..when connected in diatoMonous flow..:)
i feel so fortunate to be in physical condition to be able to go rave dancing with
twenty something year old folks and me at 54…
This instinctual connection is so strong in wildly freely non-possessive interpretive dance..
and truly the raising of mindful awareness in elevation of consciousness tells
me now for sure.. that my suspicions as a younger man when watching the
so called savage primitives flailing wildly around a fire.. is full of the sensuous
the sexual.. that makes humans alive.. and even science shows now that the sensual
or lust of life is what drives most all of human creativity and productivity flow…
Heaven is here.. and it truly is in the human connection to me.. fully expressed in how we
are born as tribe and not isolated pegs of song and dance…in everyday life..:)
So true.. the T.V. is a harbinger of death of human relative free will of an energy outside meant to
be balanced and controlled within…
I used to hear all the voices of T.V. in twilight sleep when after a steady diet of work.. the TV is the
opiate of respite to nothingness.. and now that
that’s gone..the TV of course..
the voices in my mind.. are remembered mind.. of mine.. and no longer the TV shows of old..:)
Ah.. yes.. my cat and i sing of the first scents of spring too..
and we even sneeze together.. as the pollen comes to..
And the Dogwood blooms are a sign to me..
that Oh my goodness creativity for me does spring forth
in springtime dreams as well.. come true..:)
i think that’s a Limerick but i’m not much on form..;)
Sometimes.. the best art can be found in the smokiest and
darkest niches of life.. where soul lives to claw its
way out of the smoky darkest heart in brilliant love..:)
Love is a muse to me that comes in all sizes and shapes and truly mostly
the fairer gender for me.. but my wife understands and trusts me and truly
trust is all that counts.. as muse for me is love in all ways.. and always innocent
for me..at least.. and the more mused i am the more i create.. and i for one
am one mused one..in love for all i love..:)
Ah to hear the birdens in busy street.. over the busy crawl of human way..
is certainly a song bird come alive.. in tweet.. where twitter cannot drown
out the sounds of love come nature true..:) perhaps that’s 140 characters
but birds sing free..;)
The eyes of a child know only presents of presence
the eyes of a sea only know the flow of watered gift
the eyes of an adult can see so far behind and far
ahead and lose the present of life altogether lost
and never now..
Truly to be enlightened is simply to be a child
again.. lost in the moment of never never land
a place with no time and place but only now..:)
Ah.. all that flows in water’s time.. goes on goes on..
to let it go.. the path is worn.. the time is now..
the water stays water.. no matter challenge
in erosion of time..and place..water
never loses the essence of it..:)
Ah.. yes when musical instrument and human
become one.. the flow of emotion can power
thousands as one.. and how beautiful it is
so easily accessible in Youtube way to
power infinity.. for now at least..:)
So true that all animals who have GOD at peace are
centered solid in balance of mind and body
flow.. as all things balanced.. peace does flow..:)
The small town lure of community one.. the village the
people make the village real.. there is a time where
i lived on a river front with town front in walking distance..
and this small village reminds me in nostalgia of community
then.. with me..:)
OH GOD! the greatest thing about being retired is every time a robot calls.. I just say.. sorry if you can’t hire a human.. i am not going to talk to a machine….
Phones are killers of human health.. and technology isn’t making any of this stuff easy.. for people with feelings instead of cold hard robotic signals….
i guess one of the nicest thing about technology today..
is fresh flowers dresses last forever.. relatively speaking
on Internet love.. where the flowers live so much longer
than love even speaks a human voice in origination at
Ah.. the flowers of the eyes..
shining freely in emerald
green the irises grow
in golden way..
A myth is true as any poems are real..
Funny how the value of myths
are often valued less than
other great works of
art.. as the archetypes
of heArt are everlasting
Ah.. the GODS of technology.. what
a beauty they bestow.. when mankind
of graphics no longer dispels cursive..
the gift is the digit of art become
one when Love becomes
digital art as one..
in heart of cursive
keys and 1 and 0
Love is a magical thing..
and separation from
love is not a thing..
for magic to sing
for those who love..:)
by the way.. best song ever for
OH MY GOD.. the higher life can be..
the more beautiful the colors of
spring are in tune with
and then there
is darkness reversed
in colors of dark but love
conquers and colors of twigs
and stems come back to LIFE!
Ah.. the flowers of spring awaken the dream of life.. and in my area it is the Carolina Jasmine spreading yellow golden hues up and down trees in my yard that signals spring..:)
Truly purgatory is a human place.. a place between darkness and light that knows no fate.. a place where no fear exists with no joy as well.. a place in the middle with no passion to spark a light.. Ah.. but the reprieve of purgatory is in life it will come to end..:)
Ah.. with an open heart and mind in balance of soul.. does come the spirit of signs.. in all symbols that flow.. the synchronicity of all things let go.. can lead a human to magic never before unknown..:)
Ah yes.. when the i of I makes i’s presence known to I.. the spirit can flow in exclamation point !.. to make a trinity of i and I and !1..:)
As above so below.. each star is sun.. and human is star..:)
i suppose the first step out is not blaming anyone else for life.. and the path is long.. the path is hard.. but the path as strong.. after weak of heart.. grows another garden of light.. of soul.. deeper than.. before..:)
For me at least.. i have to say yes.. as with peace of mind and body practiced in balance.. Auto immune issues of Sjogren’s Syndrome, Dysautonomia, and Fibromyalgia came under the tame.. of mastery of mind and body balance in relative control…
Yeah.. and the doctors say.. just a random remission.. but i know better than that.. now for sure..with no words or pills to cure.. the healing is below in senses and emotions in relative control..:)
Ah.. such a sweet wish for an anniversary.. is true in eyes.. the light that shines as one.. is good together.. as team mates for one force of love..:)
Funny how the spirit of the child can grow older while the spirit of the parent grows younger.. truly youth is a state of spirit in mind.. as the young become old and the old become young..:)
So true.. and in the adult bars I frequent.. animal human lives.. in spring of heat… unless the fire is extinguished from that heat..:)
This wisdom is so beautiful.. there is nothing i can add to it.. but applause..:)
ah.. the politician and the suit in soup of lies..
ah.. the CEO.. the clergy.. and sometimes even the teacher
of law.. in judgement of others gone cold…
ah.. just to live.. just to be.. as is.. now.. is the place i’ll
stay while the soup just simmers in the other place..
for other to lie now…:)
The key to avoiding death.. is simply never thinking about.. it.. as when it comes.. it comes.. and to worry about death is never to live a life at all in life…
The key to avoiding thinking about death is focusing on unconditional love in feeling.. and not always think i feel..
To live is to experience..
to think can be hell or death.. or neverlife..fully alive..:)
Plastic is a noun i cannot delight.. a noun that stays and can never change into food of fish or prey or even predator alike…
Ah.. the rubber lures of life.. are painted with plastic cans of lemmings trapped..
where life cannot escape or even eat.. away.. a plastic trail of never ending
byproducts of human.. lore..:)
The verb of forgiving.. is redeeming well.. the light of living a lamplit way.. of path in moving way.. to make mistakes.. is common.. and to forgive is a a blessing that makes.. common no more.. where love takes root.. in mistakes gone now…:)
There is strength in love and love in strength.. and moreover blessings in understanding that we are all in one game.. of life..and the light of that strength.. and unconditional love.. lives on from the beginning to the end of all that is.. now.. and now.. forevermore now..as simply now..:)
Ah.. to not think is the delight to create.. and to create is sometimes to think about not creating as well..:)
Ah.. to not own time is to live for now.. a journal of pleasing the past or the future.. may not always seem to be now.. the time is not yesterday or tomorrow or never now.. as without time there is simply.. always now..:)
Ah.. the smell of bright-lit chlorine blue summer days.. in youth pool ways.. the tans.. small clothing.. make the motivation for swimming.. a delight of human come true.. in yellow rays of Summer FUN of the souls of youth in bright lit way.. and with screens too.. in lounge chairs now.. i guess.. in smart un-phone less connecting flesh and blood ways!..:)
Chlorine give me an icky feeling on all my skin.. so i go to salt water instead.. without a phone.. if i can BEAR that way..:)
Yes.. words.. words.. words.. actions.. verbs.. nouns.. things.. i think i’ll stop talking and dance instead!..:)
The couplings of nature set free in love.. brings the warmth of spring twelve months around for humans too.. ah what a delight it can be to be as free as human can.. with spring in toes.. and all around in light!..with Springs Delight!..:)
The steps of dance wind knowingly around the halls of love.. the emotions nuanced.. and pleasing to toes of life.. Ah.. how pleasing it can be to connect like this.. where every second is a love that can never requite a now..:)
To dance is to love.. and OH GOD sometimes to marry is to joust.. to dance is to love.. and OH GOD.. i’m still trying to talk my wife.. into dancing
Life is stranger than the greatest dream i ever had.. and perhaps nicer as well..:)
The big M is my favorite time of year.. the Dogwood waits to nearly precisely the date of spring.. to spring forward that first March bud of life.. that tells me the circle of life and love goes on in now..:)
The hidden words of dream do sing.. in the twilight of morning between dark and light.. ah.. to let it flow.. to just go.. with the rhythm of now.. and no longer time.. digging deeper where subconscious and conscious mind flow become one and tirelessly alive in now.. the spirit of creativity is a wondrous way.. of living without knowing and knowing without living in direction of life..:)
Friend is a verb and never a noun.. nouns come and go.. but verbs can stay forever now as friends with no nouns..:)
Fear is both verb and noun.. to scatter the noun of fear.. to the shores of the four winds blown.. can shatter the verb of fear
In droplets of rained fears gone ocean in past.. and make the verb of friend stronger and more resilient as now goes on… in skeYes of GOD.. in eyes of human blessed like this..:)
And the most important paRt of all of human HeaRT.. is to never give up on the verb of friend that one can be.. with or without.. the verbs of.. other friends…
And a tear shed for that for now.. or morrow now.. to come.. is the hope for the verb of friend to stay alive in at least..
one HeART full of HEART..:)
The owl of mind of wisdom is a forgotten tale once remembered and gone again.. and flight once taken truly is a wonderful way to fly again..:)
We come from Nature and to return to it for Wisdom is beautiful just like this.
Nice to see you back, friend..:)
Truly faith lives within.. a garden of exquisite emotion to be watered.. sprinkled with seeds of love.. the ever growing truth of being is planted with those seeds of love.. to see faith grow in all human being love can be..:)
The dark muse.. an aching companion that welcomes light in accompanying poetic news.. of expression in ruse of poetic aches.. that soothe a heart and soul kind once more..:)
Yes.. to escape the harder rigid brackets of stars in eyes.. can be to escape in a graceful flow of ellipses letting go.. all the enclosures that when opened set those eyes of stars free..:)
The light of heart.. can outshine any fire of brush.. the painted smiles of eyes.. come alive in hearts outlined.. to spill a soul of connection.. unfolded in light that comes true in spirit so bright..:)
The life of the concert bring flush.. to the action of emotion of rushing ways.. of heartfelt life.. with audience and singer delight in worlds untold of touching light..:)
The magic of words delivering the wealth of imagination.. in action in creative ways of making life happen.. to the delight of all enthralled with words that come alive.. as human life..:)
Truly.. science of eclipses will never surpass.. or eclipse.. the imagination of a human child.. before science robs that child.. of human innocence.. imagination.. creativity.. and the magic that systemizing ways of life.. can take away from human being.. in light.. instead.. equation dark..:)
Ah.. to leave the light of moon embraced in dark.. to sing a light.. in connections bright.. is to know the moon of heart.. come back to life.. in spirit of poetic expressions in word of soul.. and mouth..:)
The Universe of human neurons all connected in bright-lit stars.. a treasure to admire and wonder.. until those star disconnect.. the symphony of soul.. that sings a treasure of heart and spirit.. in hemispheric Undivided.. Universal.. flow..:)
The soul of pillow knows no comfort.. of sleep as deep.. but one’s who delight.. in nights of sleepless life.. when pillow talks and foes alike.. in comfort never come..:)
Ah.. yes the mind is a wonderful thing to loose.. in light of all that can be in flow.. without stumbling blocks of words.. to prevent one from letting go.. to sail across the sun in starlit eyes of truth.. that words alone.. will never know..:)
Jumping spring sings high of Winter’s freest green locked low.. and far away.. the signs of life are high in life.. when green returns its song.. of life..:)
Ah.. the free range chicken poet.. no air of life can be hidden from this chicken.. of freedom.. that knows no fear.. in scratching ways of chicken S
So remarkable that first step can be.. in all of life.. just waiting.. a footprint of life..:)
Yes.. beating wings.. that only know heart of air.. and songs of Sun.. hidden and exposed by clouds alike.. bring song to me.. in ways of air.. where wings of feet.. only know sands alive..:)
Funny.. at times when people ask for evidence of a soul.. i lead them to a table.. where the soul of human creativity.. still exists in finely crafted legs.. and the souls that do come to use those legs in connecting souls of creativity.. with warm coffee mugs of heart..:)
Yes.. beauty knows no toll.. of toils and troubles.. beauty lives for beauty lives.. and the price of love.. is troubles told..:)
The blackest nights.. away from city lights.. are definitely the most inspiring lights of lit moon rights.. to kiss by candle moon.. is to smell the light of moon.. without city in life or dark..:)
So true.. the flesh that rarely glimmers.. often has the brightest eyes of soul and heart.. and beneath all that glimmers.. can be a place of spirit flow.. that is never limited.. by glimmer of flesh.. alltoldalone..:)
i suppose the beauty of all things material AND FLESH AND BLOOD IS they fade away.. and the beauty that is left is an inner joy that no flesh or STUFF CAN tale alone.. telling it is.. with inner light.. that never fades with age.. or discarded stuff.. that is never felt..:)
And yes.. to find the beauty in all things small.. and large.. and old or new.. is certainly the way to a beautiful life.. to both tale and behold.. as living light of existence.. for everyone.. as all play a role.. in living life..:)
Pictures of old.. love lost new.. in emotions of old.. that feel love.. the souls of loved ones.. do live on.. in eyes of photos.. in eyes of now.. where love grows on.. in light.. of passed eyes..:)
Nature ever changing.. never chained.. trapped in.. in selfie way.. never housed in floors of lot.. always loves in Nature’s way..:)
OMG.. the cultural traps of life.. behind cubicles of robot.. that never REALLY FEELS.. OR cares.. OH To escape.. to reCreate everyday.. all the time now.. is a sure way to stay.. in mental sanity..:)
OH!.. so true! tHere is no gem or jewel greater than Pandora’s BOX of Mother Nature TRUTH AND LiGHT IN Beauty Open.. never closing! for all to share.. and enjoy..FREE as Nature CAN bE!..:)
The beauty of Nature set free in ART is truly a blessing..:)
Ah.. the heArt of ships that craft all dreams of imagination in creativity of oceans and spring of humanity come true in all works of arts and seas in HEART where humanS truly do let it all go and flow together as waves as one.. and yes.. eventually the ship must come ashore.. but the remaining hope is float forevermore..:)
Ah.. yes. the headless bunny knows the truth as truth is never know in now of truth.;)
Ah.. yes.. the tools.. the extension of humanity.. from abstract words.. to flint stones.. to spears.. guns.. cars.. and iPhone arms.. when tool become human OH MY GOD where does human go.. to be human.. anymore.. the lore of human becomes the tool of lore..:)
Oh GOD a beautiful elegant and wise description of what the red man knows that will never word the white man’s nose.. eyes.. ears.. touch.. and feeling for the rest of ALLTHATIS..:)
MoRanging lOVE and lIFE is so much more fun.. than reading life..;)
Ah.. the green springs.. the white comes.. and takes the green back to brown.. but the light shines wherever heart.. soul.. and spirit.. live in love and spread a glorious glow of life.. in dark or color.. night or dark.. or fifty shades of grey.. in RainBow Light!..:)
i once write a story.. that begins with a little disabled boy watering a sapling into a beautiful tree that will eventually inspire the love between a lovely shy woman and a man who does not know his potential growing a lush and everlasting garden.. by love of that shy lovely woman.. to eventually become a great national leader.. who saves the world with fearless love and courage.. going back to who is the true savior of the world.. the little boy.. or the tree of beauty where balance in nature blooms.. a butterfly effect and affect in NATURE AS GOD..
BUT anyway.. i need to remember that for now.. so thanks and have a great now in buds and blooms of Spring In April where you live..for now.. and ever more..:)
Ah.. that reminds me of the modern version of the movie Noah.. the wise old man with one last
wish to taste a berry of life in Nature.. with no equal pleasure of taste buds for life of nature..:)
And after reviewing 7542 words of newest Epic longest free verse poetry.. there is a beauty here in a message of fewer poetically expressed words.. that is pleasing to my palate..:)
Truly less is more.. unless a virtual reality story is being told..in online ways..:)
Oh GOD.. commenting and connecting is so much MORE pleasurable than WRITING a story..
online or not..;)
i’ve never meet a stranger dark or light.. high IQ or not.. who has not taught me something new about life.. but of course this a privilege in physicality.. where caution can be further tossed to the wind.. but truly i find.. that most people are worth getting to know.. regardless of the apples that spoil life for those who are truly not dark.. no matter the exterior rough.. or fresh..:)
Ah.. yes.. i find so much emotion in bolts of light in skies of day and night.. as well..:)
Ah… truly i live in that first place of real nostalgia where the afternoons are long and the flowers are more colorful.. now more.. than ever before.. the touch of a cat brings warm and fuzzy furry feelings of soul connecting to an exquisite reality of color and never gray…
But there is that grayLand where even the touch of warm and fuzzy cats do not exist.. and truly it tells me one thing and one thing only.. and that is every now is different and every human UNI verse is unique..
And how can i judge another person.. after living in rainbow heaven.. and the gray of never changing hell…
Life is truly magic as change is always possible.. but without that hope.. there is no light in dark.. and with hope.. there is always a burning ember of spark in dark..
And with all that gone.. as long as there is WILL tHere still is possibilities.. no matter the permanence of clowns in painted faces….. Dreams can and will come true..:)