The Ascending I

 

In the practice to increase skill,

I ponder how to perfect my will. 

Knowing I am all mind and pretty too, 

Judging by my figure and body view.

What is my words for one to think, 

To bring you a thought, here is a drink,

For watering thy seed in you believe. 

If these words and picture reveal any idea me, 

All blessings free I attract as love to thee. 

In bloom mining movie moving inside the vessel in time, 

Birthing only you know what is profound, 

Ao please follow the words you hear in sound,

Up into the ascending eye in the sky.

My love for you is happy and true, 

Gratefully me, Art Baby Blue. 

In the practice to increase skill,

I ponder how to perfect my will.

Knowing I am all mind and pretty too,

Reflected in my figure, my body’s view.

What are my words for one to think,

To gift a thought? Here is a drink—

Watering seeds in you, believe,

Birthing visions only hearts perceive.

If these words unveil a glimpse of me,

Blessings flow as love to thee.

In bloom, mining, movies play,

Moving vessels in time’s array.

Ascending eye in the sky,

My vision in love soaring high.

Grateful for the light shining you,

Happy and true, Art Baby Blue.

In honoring you today :Happy Birthday Mom in and all love my timeless bond, to my mother, my muse, the spark of creation—Happy Birthday, in all love and grace.