Portland Fires - The Story I Tell

 



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





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