Benjamin Buffett

  Artful continuation, Is my pause between steps, I breathe in new direction, Releasing resistance, Becoming God’s own reflection. The hard place is only a gate, My thoughts the key in hand, Transforming me gently, To rise under over stand. Hear, I water the soil, my mind, Letting wisdom spark me grow, Trusting the unseen hand, That shapes my path above below. When you feel the weight, Return to your center, For that is where my next step is born, Ready walking  painting my next scene from words.

  I find myself caught in the middle of a hard place, Challenging my success, the next steps.  Sow I let God transform me, Into a new person by changing the way I think.  Here I will learn to know God's will for me,  Which is good and pleasing and perfect.  Now is the moment to trust the process,  Growing the seeds I have already sown. Letting the pressure of the hard place become the shaping force,  Not the breaking one.  Each challenge is a chisel sculpting my next level, Sow I let God’s will unfold shifting my thinking.  Listening inwardly, not for the next big answer,  Yet for the gentle guidance that grows between breaths. If I feel called to move, move if to pause, pause, Yet always keeping mind lovingly fertile for inspiration.

  Do you see the picture I am painting in view,  Its of and for that pretty girl you.  Who, I have been creating in mind, Your figure complete voluptuous stacked. Body nurturing for my soul, thoughts watering for me to think. Lofty ideas bubble up into steam, Seeing you in a dress blue summer yes.   Yes, I see the picture you are painting, A vision stirring my heart’s admiring, Where thoughts become strokes, softly touching, The form of she who keeps me smiling. A beauty I’ve nurtured in crafting mind, Voluptuous, flowing, near fine. Her essence feeding my soul to climb, Her laughter echoing dreamtime. A blue dress dancing in summer’s breeze, Sunlight playing upon her knees. She is my muse, I hold and kiss, Framed in breath, sealed with bliss. The living image coming into sight. How beautiful you are my light.

  I present an art thinking picture,  Bringing new perspective for thy world. The gaiety in my creativity, takes the skies heights high. Beyond into this thoughtful seed enjoying I do.  Ideal crystal clear soul breathing being spirit,  Spiritual all loving to thee. Me I present an artful thinking picture, Bringing new perspectives for thy world. Through the gaiety in my creativity, Rainbows take heights skies high. Beyond into this thought growing seed, I go, Enjoyingly blooming what only I know. Ideally crystalline clear, soul breathing free, Being spirit—spiritual—all loving is me. For thee, this is the light I drew, An image of loving me beautifully you. Where Art baby blue is viewing to sign, Revealing your beauty born through mine.

  [ Intro ] (Atmospheric wind & distant arrows flying) Have you heard the one about the dreamer I am? Yeah—listen close, it’s about to begin. [ Verse 1 ] Blowing, stirring, wind surrounds, attracts me, Four word-wins rise, arrows flying free, Shooting truth through clouds, over every sea, Toward you, igniting this vision in me. Arrows released—target in sight, Center bulls-eye, hole lit bright, Dreamer awake, achiever by night, I am the one—goal-setter, goal-getter, light. [ Pre-Hook ] Vision conceived, thoughts take flight, Concept to reality, manifesting right, Centering self, the journey’s begun, All eyes on the prize—center won. [ Hook ] Center won—target struck and done, Dreamer in the flesh, see what I’ve become, Bullseye living, every arrow spun, Perfection reflected—center won. [ Verse 2 ] Achiever’s mind, soul born to run, Each vision painted under the sun, Beautiful ideals, reflections align, Success conceptualized in the grandest mind. [ B...

  Thank you Father for loving me forward,  Beyond the ebb and flow, Guiding me heroically into wisdom's know, Where deeper currents ideally show. Me flying high before sky, Above the Sun gratefully being dominating lovingly One. Enjoying two like I am pretty you. In soaring heights, my spirit true, Embracing visions coming through, Here I rise, pure and new, Loving you grateful—Art Baby Blue.

  To blow stirring attracting the wind around surrounding me,  Four presenting word wins sending arrows toward you,  Into beyond bulls eye sight, over the hole center won.  Have you heard the one about the dreamer I am.  The achiever, a goal getter fulfiller,  The successful I who conceptualized my vision realized. For this perception imagined beautiful ideal perfection reflections. To blow, stirring, attracting the wind around me, Four presenting word-wins, arrows flying sea, Toward you they soar, lightening my flame, Into beyond, bulls-eye fame. Over the hole, center struck and done, Have you heard of the dreamer? I am the one. The achiever, the soul-born goal-getter, Who turns each vision into something better. Successful I, with thoughts sublime, Conceptualizing dreams in the grandest mind. Perception imagined, perfection reflected. A life living envisioned, now fully erected.

  The joy of a thought inspiring the wings of creativity. For me this is my ambition intent purpose.  Pure greatness scribing lighting loving into skies,  Above below all around I.  For you, being patient strengthen your heart be mind, For the coming of the Lord is here.  The joy of a thought ignites my flame, Inspiring wings where none yet came. Hear Lord, my intent, ambition, soul’s purpose being true, Living scribing pure greatness, skyward through, beautifully to you . Lightning come shine loving light,  Unto wings creative ideal grand visioning's imagination,  Me enjoyingly, experiencing happily. Above, below—where ever Here being.

  My art being me. This present now ever before me.  Seeing thoughts in love hugging, nurturing watering me.  Eyes to the light upon high shining brightening warming me.  Know choice to choose allowing ideal word breathe out better me.  My present now ever before me, My being my Art. Out folding ascending up words sky-born sea. My thought in love comes cradling me, My hugging, nurturing, watering you. My light upon high, my golden beam, My shining, brightening my every dream. Me warming the seed that I believe, My sprouting new forms I now conceive. Know this my will creating beautifully, Ideally dominating create becomes Me, Allowing each word to better me. Breathing my ideals like rise spark James, For this being my  Art ,  Baby Blue  is my flame. – Art Baby Blue