Markings of the Masterful Sun

 



Dear Father love you is me sun. 

A thought came to mind, touching king, 

Wherefor paint markings prepares day masterful strokes. 

I hold a living idea willing mind heart soul spirit, 

herein I am free, 

To be in any place beyond present me creating thinking being breath,

 Force will neither stand nor breathe. 

Dear Sun love You is me, Father,

A thought alights, where kings begun.

Touching mind, soul, heart flame,

Painting strokes that speak Your name.

Markings made to shape the day,

Masterful art enjoy me play.

I seed a living thought sow clear,

Willing self to draw  imagining You hear.

Bringing freedom’s light, I now appear,

Beyond the now, beyond the ear.

Breathing thought, becoming form,

Within the storm, I am lightning.

No force shall stand, no breath command,

I imagine inspiring moving spirit, across all land, air, sea,

Yet being me a Father centric spark blessing thy Son,

Being certain you always one. Will.




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