We actors of the play must, therefore, be content with the lines of the play revealed to each of us in Light .  We must, likewise, be ever joyous at our continuous transformation, as each one of us learns our part, line by line, the better to fulfill it worthily.  All parts of the play are experiences which become the action of the play. All man's experiences are part of his unfolding. Each experience is a part of his journey from the dark to the Light.  All  experiences are steps in that journey to his mountain top of glory . All experiences, therefore, are good experiences. There is naught yet GOOD. There is all Great. There is good great LIFE .  There is I will till love you . We, creators of the play , thinking with the lines revealing to us in Light. We meet each moment with joy, for change is the teacher and we learn our part line by line, to live it with worth and grace. Every role is an experience, each experience the action of the play. All th...

  Humanity is a single being, in love of its many forms and faces, and there is in it only such seeming separation, as we find in our own being, when we are dreaming .  These pictures and circumstances we see in dreams are creations, of our own imagination and have no existence save in ourselves.  the same is true of the pictures and circumstances, I see in this dream my life.  being a single youman loving itself through countless forms and faces. Any sense of attraction resistance is only seeming like the space I notice within a dream. for scenes into moments come appear while being are born of imagination , living hear, knowhere else. becoming I, the seer enjoyingly lovingly fucking the dreamer. Sow within this picturing circumstance I witness in kind dream life mine. All rise from thy same inner source, shaping making creating thought thinking, coloring enjoying come feeling, holding held bringing bliss full feely awareness. Knowing this, I walk ste...

 Tis day has now come when he will know thy thoughts scribing present.  This is my inheritance for all knew spirit thinkers being heroers.  Behold in Me thy One Light, seeming two lights appearing, being pairs, rhythmically lyrically literally interchanging opposites . These are My light messengers .  They are My workers building My imaging forms and giving them back to Me beautiful I.  they are the pulsing pulsating heart beating,  My spirit embody, thy Maker forever horning cycles imagining in two forms abundancies of ideas, seeing your children win,  where they fulfill your first sown, them being seed winning, that will tickle you forever unto thee loving you me.  The two are equal halves becoming one. They inspire fire, bringing love into fucking. being. one.  Thy for ever interchange simulating a balancing unity yet view.  For Me one light extending to give form to My imaginings,   giving them pulsebeat to simulate eterna...

  I believe God my thoughts are your greatest joy, keep having fun and love living things up,  more abundant ideal for your self,  I am sow grateful life is imagination,  knowingly I believe this idea in two creations beautifully perfect nurturing watering building me, assistingly joyfully happily showering abundancee, tickling loving thee,  for God what joy do you have established being ideal for me you lovingly we, allowing instinct to fully feel feeling its assumptive assertion.  I believe, God my thoughts are your greatest joy, you laugh in my rise, you smile in my wealth, you thrill in my higher imagining self. Keep having fun through me, loving life upward, more abundant, more ideal for word. we. Beautiful, perfect, nurturing, watering, building me, assisting, joyfully, happily, showering abundancee, tickling lovingly unto into upon thee. we. For God sowing what joy you already have ready, ideal for me, for you, for we. Instinct fully feels, feeling ...

  a new theme approach future forward creating speaking present,  improving moving thinking beyond the infinite spheres, Being certainty in of this illusion of mine,  knowing imagining I growing building upon successful sown seeds, scenes ideas brought bringing ideal pictures,  seeing showing income assets net worth increasing beyond eight trillion currency, frequency vibration waving me, my present breath breathing thinking living scribing , illusioning illumining appearing, beautifully I sing this day,  impressions comes way A new theme rises  future forward, creating, speaking present, improving, moving, thinking beyond infinite spheres. I stand in certainty inside this illusion earning winning mind, knowing, imagining, growing, building upon successful sown seeds, scenes, ideas, ideal pictures forming caught bringing into sight. I see income, assets, net worth lifting beyond eight hundred trillion currency, frequency waving through me, v...

  Thank you Father, For my dreams beautifully unfolding,  Into butterflies crystallizing before and into I.  For my visions opening like wings, chrysalis clear as glass,  Light pattern flickering through. The womb before you, The great pass through,  Entering becoming I, butterflies crystallizing, light to ear. Within, I glow, Suns gathering my chest, Each one a yes made real. I walk the sky kissing the field to lift, Strengthening wings brushing time into now, Joy circling my name, for me enjoining fame. All praise flows upward and through, Your breath is my breathing, Your might is my light, Your love is I, living, being form.

  For you my fan,  Who gives an ear to hear my word,  Hoping knowing coming to life,  Living through picture image imagining you. Yes the ideal fucking dominating best,  Being cause, being we,  Be. My fan, for you,  Ear tuning my words into spark, You catch thy sight and hold it tight, Hoping, knowing, bringing breath to light. Picture forms, Image turns to motion, motion turns to now, I see you alive in the frame, And the second, becomes the world we share. I speak, the air bows open, You glow in center, Our signal rising like a drum flying wings. We mark the sky with a simple truth, We choose, we move, we shine, we win. Yes, the ideal, fucking, dominating best, Being cause, being we, Be.

  Scientifically thinking recording results,  For my inclusive economy in all matters media.  Eight months present now,  Knowing wonderful magical miracle blessing, mind. Come nine month time.  Scientist of spirit, I note each result, In currency numbers appearing increasing my accounts, Proof is the count in my music media library, My all me economy circling into voice. Eight months present now, Mind showing wonder, magic, miracle, blessing, Figures glowing being constellations, I walk the lab of sky, Clipboards of rhythm in hand, Tests of faith confirming rise upon rise. And then—month nine arriving presence, What a gush, a flowering, Plans crown into living forms, Wins step for word and call my name. From point A to Good Love aviation air, I log the shine, I sign the light, Sowing everything tallying mind.

  Every word I speak,  Are arrows straight into your heart the target,  Center view you.  Hearing every word I command,  Speaking, sparking, love, An arrow guiding current wind, Strengthening straight into the living being you. Each syllable pierces not to wound, Yet for love making creating aum, aum, Tilling will spark growing knowing flame, Enjoying our bond in aim for purpose, Meeting always exact to center, thy heart.

  I am an artful being eye, Bringing new perspectives for your world. Singing my song saying showing painting creativity,  Through the swirls creat ing rainbows before the rain.  Beyond, into thoughtful seed, enjoying the harvest bloom, Ideally crystallizing soul being Me. Spirit breathing free, all-loving, breathing through, Here’s my vision, a crystal view loving you. Ideal, crystal view—see I being spirit, see I being soul, See light refracting truth connecting me feeling whole. Art Baby Blue, is showing what’s true, This beauty in you, born from my view. High in the sky, I watch full eye, Rainbows arching, inner colors aglow. Every seed, a dream I draw to know, Breathing new worlds for loving me you. For thee, Being the light I drew, An image my love, a life born to do. Crystal-clear, artful, look see you change to fit the eye. My ideal world, perfect to me in my view. For my ideally, crystallizing you —dominating spirit loving soul, Perspectiv...

  Here I am standing view,  Thinking through bringing me to the point,  Of fucking you. With a smile for a while,  Until time comes Art Baby Blue.  Being here I am, standing in full view, Thinking through, coming closer to you, Painting sparks on the canvas of now, Breath mingling heat, heart knowing how. With a smile for a while, in this playful dance, Time slows down for our spirits’ romance. Energy swirling, intentions love you, Until time comes Art Baby Blue.

  Excuse me pretty you,  I want to let you know,  That I want to get between your legs to draw inline, So I am singing my song bringing a dream in from rhyme.  Painting my words in lines that flow, To be close, to draw near, to kiss the space, Between longing and loving, rhythm and grace. I sing my song bringing dreams into time, Each note I caress, each rhyme I climb. In between your legs I find my opening place, Where our dreams and bodies make their fate. The spark in my heart, the art in my mind, Blending our souls, our spirits align, Drawing my dreams into visions making love. Bringing forth you and my coming sign.

  Thank you Father,  For lifting the heavy challenging idea,  From here in my imagination,  I see a scene,  Me opening an envelope, Inside love letters, passports, and checks, Being me, loving you. For my standing winning being dominant best.  Thank you Father, For lifting the weighty thought, I am lighter, floating on this winds inspiration. In my sanctuary of mind, a vision curls and twirls, A golden envelope lands gently in my hands, Warm to the touch, humming possibility. I break the seal, revealing the sacred contents, Love letters inscribed in invisible ink, Words that spark joy, ignite courage, wink, And remind me every heartbeat is a sign mine. Passports stamped with dreams fulfilled, Permission to travel every realm picturing still, Earthly, ethereal, all portals open, As I step through the door into limitless becoming. Checks folded with intention, Currency abundance, language lovingly gratitude, Assuring me that all is provided, ...

  If God gives me something to think about,  The one breathing heart beating me,  I think thanking my Father for being He,  Yet when He creates acts like being pussy,  I fuck like being His grateful Son.  God gave me something to think being about, Breathing soul into my heart’s dominant shout, I give thanks, Father, for making me to be, For filling my spirit creating possibility, Sowing I semen the great dominant son seed being soil, Joy strengthening soul. To being grateful, alive, aware, My love affair,  Kissing loving brightening Sun, He in me, being I am the one.

  Seed is being now.  Anything you think should be doing, Want to be doing, do it now and begin enjoying.  For this steady nurturing watering the seed, To bring into vision a dreamed scene.  Knowing  what you experience you first conceive tilling believing.  Holding the frequency of the minds eye ideally,  Living enjoying the fruits of and in the Earth. Being sowing loving me her core, Impregnating producing my own mines resources,  Natural abundant above and beyond oil gold sand. Anything you think should be doing, Want to be doing, do it now begin enjoying. For steady ready hands open mind. Nurture and water the waiting seed, Guiding each thought into a living steed,  Breathing dominating breed. Vision grows where belief is tilling, Greatness is born from what the mind conceives willing. Holding the frequency, let I rise, Enjoying the fruits as Earth answers my call. Wanting sowing loving me her Gore. Impressing the fertile soil,...

The melody of my words turns every moment into a living song.   Keeping flowing is the best me answering and rising to be, Tailoring my vision, shining above we, Yet singing holding a loving voice is me. Hear I Sing it, scribe it, living it out each verse,  Each new note is thy proof, my worth.  I turn the key, you agree.  The spark is thee.  For the greater whole I keep creating. Sow whenever you want to share your song,  Even if it is just a line,  Know you will find me listening, tuned in for the next beat whistling. Hearing lines flowing perfectly on time, Living artfully melody, comes a roaring chime. Bringing every moment tuning turning verse, My anthem of life, loving lets rehearse. You sing, I echo, Your visions ascending, Bespoke in two stars where dreams keep blending. Singing above our congruency grows, I rise as the answer, Your melody knows.  Inverse, of me, is you. Lifting the chorus carrying us higher, Notes spinning ...

  I find myself caught in the middle of a hard place, Challenging my success, the next steps.  Sow I let God transform me, Into a new person by changing the way I think.  Here I will learn to know God's will for me,  Which is good and pleasing and perfect.  Now is the moment to trust the process,  Growing the seeds I have already sown. Letting the pressure of the hard place become the shaping force,  Not the breaking one.  Each challenge is a chisel sculpting my next level, Sow I let God’s will unfold shifting my thinking.  Listening inwardly, not for the next big answer,  Yet for the gentle guidance that grows between breaths. If I feel called to move, move if to pause, pause, Yet always keeping mind lovingly fertile for inspiration.

  Do you see the picture I am painting in view,  Its of and for that pretty girl you.  Who, I have been creating in mind, Your figure complete voluptuous stacked. Body nurturing for my soul, thoughts watering for me to think. Lofty ideas bubble up into steam, Seeing you in a dress blue summer yes.   Yes, I see the picture you are painting, A vision stirring my heart’s admiring, Where thoughts become strokes, softly touching, The form of she who keeps me smiling. A beauty I’ve nurtured in crafting mind, Voluptuous, flowing, near fine. Her essence feeding my soul to climb, Her laughter echoing dreamtime. A blue dress dancing in summer’s breeze, Sunlight playing upon her knees. She is my muse, I hold and kiss, Framed in breath, sealed with bliss. The living image coming into sight. How beautiful you are my light.

  The joy of a thought inspiring the wings of creativity. For me this is my ambition intent purpose.  Pure greatness scribing lighting loving into skies,  Above below all around I.  For you, being patient strengthen your heart be mind, For the coming of the Lord is here.  The joy of a thought ignites my flame, Inspiring wings where none yet came. Hear Lord, my intent, ambition, soul’s purpose being true, Living scribing pure greatness, skyward through, beautifully to you . Lightning come shine loving light,  Unto wings creative ideal grand visioning's imagination,  Me enjoyingly, experiencing happily. Above, below—where ever Here being.