To the goal I am believing achieving in my present time, Moving in the moment enjoying thine, Playing pretend pretending play Imagining the scenes painting the landscape Where I am ideally making creating love, fucking you, enjoying two my mind in the clouds above. To the goal, I breathe is living proof, believing, achieving is present time, moving in the moment, enjoying being fine, every breath a step, each glance a flame. I play pretend, pretending play, painting the landscapes showing my rise, imagining scenes, folding my hands, molding stirring color, shaping worlds from the rhythm vibrating now. between the notes, You see I am ideally making, creating love passionate come mind producing joyous fire, one made into two living light.
The son shall reap his Fathers fruitful thoughts, Yet to seed and sow tellingly planting ideal ideas. A new year cometh they sayeth today for tomorrow. This is my calling for and to the unseen day in play. To have faith and or to know, if the matter is the same quality? I am one to speak into points shooting arrows towards eye, For ears to hear the target sound in all around the sky. Yes its up for me to dominate the land and sea, For God is choosing me to breathe in love for thee. Letting it be known in the showing picturing seen dream. The son shall reap his Father’s fruitful thoughts, Sowing seeds of wisdom, where faith is wrought. A new year cometh, they sayeth today, For tomorrow’s unseen moments, in rhythmic play. To have faith or to know—are they the same? Each bearing the essence, a truth to claim. I speak into points for word arrows to fly, Shooting towards the target, piercing the sky. Ears hear the song, the sounding profound, Ec...
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...