Benjamin Buffett

  a sympa perfect view is my thought thinking all ideal love you for in thee is pretty me for the idea about telling stories is science fiction for here you truly are preparing your way around your world in being  the star of my movie flying upon planes jets rockets.  jumping dancing a pun, into a simple, perfect view is my thought, thinking all ideal love you. For within thee I release the prettier me, as though every beautiful soul is a mirror remembering another. Stories are not merely imagined. Hear come tomorrow speaking ahead of itself. What some call science fiction, I call preparation the rehearsal for a future waiting for belief. Here, I prepare my way through my world,  placing each scene in two loving intention, choosing each horizon before I arrive.  I become. the star of my own movie, not seeking applause, only living the role I am born to play. Above the clouds, planes, jets, and rockets carry only thy body. Imagination there, already flown, scribi...

  A celebrated victory for Good Love Mind. My agents created their very first spreadsheets. Have a walk looking through to joy. I am so excited. Beyond my words I believe this is my vessel to touch tickling the world. Let me know your thoughts to those who choose a better view. Thanks, Art Baby Blue loves pretty you and your Good Love Mind too. Good Love Mind www.goodlovemindgrid.com

  of the world is me you to be and think yet breathe what a thought from above I  within  sow love.  for Of the world is you, me. To be, sow think, to breathe what a thought from above. There, I sow love,  a wish,  a living garden, where every breath becomes another bloom, and every bloom remembers the One above so love

  Impromptu musical instrumental for tickling you.  Enjoy the hearing in ear. 

 SALUTATION TO THE DAY The dawn telleth the coming of the new day. I turn my eyes to the morning and purge myself in the purity of the dawn. My Soul quickeneth with the beauty of the dawn. Today is, and will be. Yesterday was, and has been. My yesterday is what I made it. I see it in memory, perfect or imperfect. My today is what I will to make it. I will to make it perfect. I am man. I have free right to choose. I may do as I will to do. I have the power to build the day or to rend the day. The day will be of my making, either perfect or imperfect, good or loving as I choose to live it in spirit or in flesh, on the mountain top or earthbound. The day is of my choosing. None shall stay my hand in the making of the day. If I rend the day I build ten other days, mayhap ten times ten, to undo the rending. The Universal One will not allow this day to go unlived to the glory of Him whom I am nor to the fulfillment of His command, nor to the fulfillment of His purposes. If I bui...

  I conceive my alger horatio story where Gore my great love living life focusing light breathing thinking right begets me a wonderful life  and a satisfying full feeling beautiful wife for I in realizing, where each chapter begins  knowing I have learned that what I breathe, I become. What I think, I invite. What I love, I strengthen. Sow I place my attention upon bright things, upon worthy things, upon the growing architecture of a beautiful future already gathering itself surround me. Breathing right, thinking light, drawing nourishment from faith, imagination, uplifting joyful expectation. From these roots rise my wonderful life,  blossoming through a thousand moments of chosen thought, vibrating frequency feeling, arrow vision. Nesting here beside me, like a song orchestrating symphony, comes...............  my beautiful wife.

  to be in the sea embracing greatness is my only thought thinking, to be if words thinking you become what you think I believe do, for being the great breathing I imagining great pictures of me winning ideally for thee,  yet you me.  knowingly I enjoy the world that surrounds we.   To be in sea, embracing greatness is my only thought thinking, is to let every wave enter I like a living crowns blue fire, each current carrying a picture of who I already am before the world has caught thy vision. For if words are thoughts wearing breath, and thought is the first shape of all becoming, then I speak greatness until greatness knows, sings my name. I believe so I move I imagine so I rise I see myself winning with such clear inner sight that the horizon begins leaning kissingly toward me, opening its legs, golden gates for the great breathing I, the one who feels his lungs with oceans suns worlds unborn then breathes them forward as living ...

  I am telling myself a great story, where I over came the odds achieving greatness knowing the inner peace in the fire of the light for in word revelation to imaginations ideal dream coming in front you view.  Considering the present state, I believe something great  sparking in Oregon being Good Love Mind,  knowingly  winning dominantly embers timbers tinder being  Portland Fire For there is a light within the flame,  a calm within the blaze. I found both. The fire vision finding fuel. The fire purpose finding form. The fire thought, refusing to stay a thought. here I stand in the center of it, watching possibility glowing orange surround,  smiling, being cause I can already see feeling its light. Art Baby Blue

  imagine first you give life action guidance to ideas then they take on power of their own and sweep aside opposition ideas are intangible forces yet they have more power than the physical brains that give birth to them they have the power to live on after the brain that creates them   who has retuned to ether air. in knowing the idea, imagination, is the finest tool yet still needs a man who knows  how to use it. Imagine first you breathe life into an idea, give it action, give it guidance, give it direction. At first it walks beside you. Then it learns its own stride. Then it gathers momentum, sweeping through obstacles that once appeared immovable. Ideas are intangible, yet they move worlds. They weigh nothing, yet carry civilizations. They have no hands, yet build cities. Often they live longer than the minds that first conceived them. The thinker returns to ether air, yet the idea continues its journey, finding new voices, new bui...