Thoughts of Being

 

Every thought I think before mind,  

Am I the father and the son,  

Or am I both, being one?  

Looking out at sea, breathing, me.  

What if you had to create your whole life,  

Starting now, present face?  

First thought I put to God, in script, thanking He for being me.  

Second thought I put into Son, scripting love lighting lightning blue.  

Third thought I put to the One, heart beating, Earth pulsating sight. 

 

Fourth thought I put into spark, igniting height, conscious right,  

Overtaking might.  

I paint my world to be a present to He,  

Allowing God and His love for thee,  

For showering and raising the sea, just for me.  

To play and tickle the sky, breathing I,  

Dominatingly lovingly being be,  

Art Baby Blue, pretty you.  

Am I both the giver and receiver of grace,  

Father and son, a reflection in space?  

Every thought before mind, a seed that grows,  

Into the ocean's embrace my soul flows.  

I gaze upon the sea, breathing deeply within,  

Creating life anew, where each thought begins.  

A present to God, painted with care,  

Raising the sea, allowing love to share.  

The spark ignites, lifting conscious might,  

Lightning blue love, illuminating sight.  

Art Baby Blue, muse by my side,  

Together we rise, riding the tide.

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