threads of the infinite
1
super-rainbow soaked one
nothing's over, it just begun
stop believing in pieces
you knew life's greatest goal is potentially bliss
remember arms wrapped around you, the lover's kiss
you need to remember to feel life as potentially bliss
your breath goes deeper, and face creases a smile
not identified with stress, it's true
but life inside the air of blue
2
something beautiful, gorgeous
comes to you, wild
it's of your future
days that soar with other
powers of days passed by
clear air shadows and the stormy sun
3
special day of understanding
when thankfulness, seen as a mighty power
many seasons, the future
may not be rich
we are only graced for living, not for greed
the self, graced for mercy, not to need
4
we know that certain actions against us
can cause emotional cognitive scaring
therefore it must be certain positive actions
cause growth that will override them
as sensing love for each stranger we see
takes us to feel a goodness because
we are put into a relationship with their real value
the value both they have for themselves
and the value their loved ones feel for them
this cause is that uplifting transformative experience
5.
some people are lovers, some people are loners
overflowing of actions point them that way
they study differently other's maps
the loners, victims of abuse of one type or the other
the lovers, who maybe are or aren't
yet, lovers who were victimized still remain lovers
because
a type of sap clouded their mind
it kept all humanity in a glory
everyone wanting to be held eventually
physically, symbolically, by all
6
when that great fire
in your eyes
shines once more
you ask how yourself how
to use it?
its locus is wholeness
to catch it and enjoy life
the moments it lasts
you watch then one by one
7
to give up desires
for almost everything
but to enjoy this experience of prayer
in the circle, in the sphere
in the highest morality
the best speed, the brightest hope
hoping it's all of ours finally
and this is why God is love
8
won't you talk to me?
won't you have faith in your virtue?
can't you remember what you used to do?
the homeless were talked to
you bought them a meal
a cup of coffee
where did it go wrong?
why did you stop?
why did you become ungrateful
and want too much?
oh, how I would give you them
but now your own house is barren
and there is no one but Me
and you're still needing to learn
to give is to recieve
9
the one who created blue snow
in atmospheres of hearts enjoying new zest
after rebounding from death
after the recovery from the boundless dreams of youth
from which a slight distance is growing
as a distance apart is gaining
sails became open, unknowingly embraced destruction
to create a joy that creates words
towards not accumulating much shame
seems so possible as for sometime everything
careful not to be endangered
by the descent from great heights
10
importance goal like structure
of hands own reaches renewed
competence heavy and a refuge on life
on what life knew
from in fires and flames
sparked through
comforts from old times construe
a floating vengeance to anchor the vision
holding in omnipotent true
11
finding the rivers gold tops shimmering
waving in windstreams feeling the feelings
day rooted earthy staring at the lifebeam
upon inner horizon
remaking the sunshine
rain of jingling happiness
makes an envelope
hopeful enclosures dwell
remaking the sunshine
12
experiences remembered as haunting shadows
through such they all seemed to live
as colored by new sanity
for some, such days one can only recall in a good light as lessons
positive reflections as odd lessons of the soul
what some view as carnal-minded delusions
perhaps are pathways to the genius we all might pass through
13
positive partners affecting the times
confirming trust, Goddess with us
just seems strange
to see one's face
in one's heart
the absence thereof
leading to mind's roundabout ways
sometimes sudden grief
color book angel breath
help arrives in every flower ascending
beautiful weather changing your perceptions
salvation cooling hues of life
softer shades drinking absorbing
the proof of power for beautifying life
is a granite structure girding the universe
which feels like life looking up
the knowing the best is yet to come
14
a love link with all faces
inside kept connected with everyone's choices
dusted off the dingy promises
forgetting promises this or that
resigned myself to the blessed fate
action sets in space
keep us away, oh action!
from the faith of sloths!
covering all my land today
the robbing faith of sloths!
And pray for open eyes, pray for agile minds!
And pray for angry concerns!
pray for a faith in hope!!!
the fire rises and burns the lack of desire upon my part
to all declines flames shoot out
incinerate!
15
would fall back into your bright shadows
if there was a promise, maybe of great joy
peace so still, mind so quiet
spiritual vision
like a film seen with eyes closed
falling back into your bright shadows
if there was a promise
the excitation of the day with mystic parameter
held within lasting job security, just in average
it's spring, the sky is opening up again
it seems I even get back to the objective
it brings bright blazes of life, the intensity
they may be the angels to me
a further state in my deconditioning
colors and tones invoking hues
supernal perception
a condition of another globe placed momentarily upon earth
16
I'm as positive as forever for you
like children forced to live in another time and space
we endure in isolation the preservation of another globe
the liberation of sex led to an infantilism
the eventual singularizing of the people
everyone too egotistical to stay married
we can't really see the way we used to think it would be
when it comes to you and me
maybe I'm not the only one very hurt
believing in the fairy tale
something wanted couldn't be
the old me makes me think I want it
but do I have capacity for it
unless it be born of destiny
and life, power and possibility:
I do believe such things
this faith a prize
to be guarded at all times
17
well...
18
this secret spine of gold
there was this secret thing
it caused beautiful explosions
rains of tears surrounded it
the real of life kept one there
it didn't have money
and it was a reckless child
it was sometimes holy
had sometimes wisdom
and many carefully dug it out
dug around it to uproot it
yet if a strain remained
it's going to grow
and it will shake
the last threads of holiness in one
and it will shake the wrongs loose
the ego rails loose
19
these problems getting solved
checking off on
a mapped chart of
impossibilities
by the union
of forces of
Goddess and woman
the synergy of sweetness
day dream afternoon tea
problems in life solving, solving
disappearing, disappearing
awaken, a mind, take out the beam in the eye
rejoice in changes already made
see the synergy of sweetness
20
when any prayer
brings pounding tears
changed our life
and the bitter error
what are we going to do?
each day jet propelled by the Spirit
what bliss to follow? we'll find some
been passive for the touch of God
reaching out in sobriety for things intoxicants would bring
road way rainbow civilian surrounded
blue, clouds so white, sun bright
we can have life back
we'll steal it back from wealth
every jewel of love drips
the nights are sober
yet intoxicated still
when any prayer
brings pounding tears
changed our life
and the bitter error
21
it isn't in the intellect behind some walls that we
can't see how smart an inconception, maplessness
and in the source of health and fun, secrets stay
it's not that we judge everyone, pratically everyone
and side with a few, or even just ourselves
we accept each one, their works, their abilities
and we don't grow well pocketed by harshness, hoarding
but by accepting each other, and the wages they get as only adequate
and in joy and security --
we notice the light of each environment we are in
an inner secret the depth of our perceptions different sensings
and if this is the secret of internal beautification
can it be guarded as such?
how can it be elevated?
the quest and thirst of inner beautification
by noticing
how the light of all worlds strikes
22
I found a guide
in a gypsy moth catepillar walking
across the hood of my moving car
it seemed to suffer in the accelerating wind
an allegory
in ruraluburbia
it eats and must survive
on what we only like to look at
no one wants to tolerate a gypsy moth
even if the damage they do here
is only to our ruraluburban beauty
and isn't this the story
of the poor and the adequate
nor spend time with the weak
because they don't want to look
at an object too annoying
an object that doesn't beautify their lives
23
take this day in your hand
everything is of virtue
let words come out as they will
automatic writing is a fuel some coffee
can bring
super fish in a big pool
super lifeline, supermind too
hoop around infinite touch,
all people love sometime
I see all people love sometime
let words come out as they will
I'm gonna tell
life needs embrace
face to face without two there is
little crystal
and softer seances bring romance to the shy
see the souls who live for humility
so fresh the only way to encounter ability
go up to know the souls who live for humility
the upside, the day to upscale ability
parks so plenteous
a punk shouts to a window above
resurrection fluid always seems to rain
automatic daylight
no care for the trouble above
automatic writing, automatic daylight
24
some people just are molded nuances
Goddess speaks when they talk
this total power confidence of all outward
self-esteemed business competence
in rhythm with all alternative head space
supercloud economic growth with charitable
habit and givingness
blend of elements fusing each
filament of sufficiency
inner glow and auric dynamic hairbow
fire inside comes out in flames all around you
to others on a bus simultaneously
towards ice lake layer yellow intellect library circuitry current
abundant fecundity's dew from higher duty capitalist
ability can be free from constricted paranoid viewing upon
the shores of statues of liberties upon
Neptune blinding positron seas
25
everyone has every aspect of life
that the subjective party is functioning at
10,000 rpm inside
all your paupers of the inside
inside of cities deeper inside
them tears I waited through, for a voice of
soular gift to channel here
now I feel on the verge of all things
it streams out: everyone has every aspect of life
26
melted candle love
didn't have to be violent or abrasive
to retain a type of opposite love
melted down the side of all
to then Know
punk punch of power
brave to air and sky
like the trees,
knowing righteous propulsion
knowing righteous propulsion
now is a time to know the unknown
an anthem
that is what was said
now is the time to know the unknown
27
let go stingy souls to see
the happy world touch love awakened
like a venetian beautifically painted epiphany
touch of Manhattan's masterpiece collective
may platinum grace and logic
come to the business world from the sea
from a tree
and from me
28
remember the self
where he builds roads
out of eternal arches higher and higher
of every your life we will lay down our hearts
whose visions will thrive on the earth
the pride of alarms the sins we don't respond
it will be washed by a humble pride
as for their eyes the pleasure singing finally
some absence star is doomed with heavenly life
bore the words in windows of first endlessness
what else have I known but its mercy
instructions futureless night bows to omniscience
all darkness is bloomed
29
just like it was said lust couldn't feel the whole
and the whole included something so much more
something that touched in worlds so complete
so different, so forbidden by pornography, eroticism, whatever
couldn't prepare or allow a soul near the deep
near life with the day by day, year by year friendship
it was destroyed, unlearned
no, it wasn't mysticism or sublimation
the fact one was trying to be an artist or saint
lust was just some weapon against the soul knowing
companionship so complete
such egotists
we can't even stay married anymore
30
everything verbal is going to be so different now
computers haven't spoiled my hands to write
my passion in place, my hope for grace
long haired clear nights earth in space
acceptance of a divine trace
where days last year shining more hard
did last month not equal what it could?
an eclipsed idea
mocked in silence
unseen by other reasoning
it's the idea of a revolution
in ideas
because current ideas have lead
us to this current state of sad
emotional and ecological affairs
this old idea may have yielded some....
what I and others called a bad season
but yet it had shed all our gems
yet, the bitter man who owns
the industrial soil is still laughing
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it seems like my 50 years of cool
are coming out and
minds and eyes will shine
with what blazes so right
around the sun
catching the light
once or twice
in all eye's hearts
if they only knew
no fear of artistic failure
I've felt my heart this wide open
many times before
memory rays of a tender sun
hearts been this wide open
so many times before
that shivering down the body
often felt, I've found the path there
I feel this blazing all around inside
how can I ever lead you to that inside of you?
all I have is this inner fire
it will keep me warm forever
that is the reason for and of my life
to keep the fire burning
the fire blazed
it comes out bit by bit
a fire that builds
that can keep one warm
in any situation
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like a million suns not identified
this day, this love, this Easter
find me, find me, find me
abounded, abounded with life
abounded
all is right,
gratitude and fuel
a direction out of the lower city
a direction to the right place
a smile to my face
like a million suns not identified
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great spiritual-emotional energy around
keep the light up and about
there is so much that makes it real
fighting spirits of defeat and depression
I have to laugh at a weaknesss
in any town, any form of principality
and if I'm without a lover
always distrust lust which leads to comprimise and despair
fight the guiding voices which lead to confusion
and see the seasons of hell are shortly over
my ways and means and my laugh have worked again
you could break down the word happiness
happiness with a moral condition, seeking
keeping the habit of not identifying with a dullness of mind
breathing in the deep feeling of the light of the sky
memories of the light in a friend's eye
I searched for a season of solidification
so many times I tried to throw myself
on the ways of God
only to misunderstand so many times
I've found a season of strength, solidification
not moving from one hope to the next
but watching the growth of a single hope
a single hope to steer me
found this victory in sobriety
in levity, in poetry
felt happiness in prayer for a bitter town
in hoping it drops its high alcohol rate
in remembering the memories I've had
of such wild ways
levity, joy, positive warmth, praise
for all of life
what exactly is it for me that is good
a time of fine remembering of the past
this integration, memories of a foreign land
a party's long night
of a whole day spent out in the mystical sky
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the revolution is your soul
the revolution is your self-esteem
never able to be stolen by another artist
you won't find freedom identifying with what they can identify
your spectacles and situationalisms
will get you tons of guilt by 50
but the revolution is your soul
no commodity that someone beat you to in the market
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cast the jewels into the sea, your soul
so cautious to touch this volatile membrane again
yet I touch it and it lights fire up ubiquitous to the absolute
I can get response from it just by seeing it as personal
no voice of man touches it and me simultaneously
like it came down off spaceships to greet me
"we're here" as the effect it was
forever in remembrances it is not of human flesh
before I had been wrong in assuming it could have
something to do with human beings
now, I only know it doesn't
it might not even be in individuals
but a framework
a grid my questions come into
the spectacular greeting me by virtue of my probes
so what bring these motivations around so much?
to pour out from a heart its documents
blood of earth
mustard seed of rainbows
powder of stars
balance of timelessness
anything magical left on
earth for you?
have you felt impoverishment
take hold?
and made funds your brain?
learning boom bang
presto titles
shuttle year
dense was the day mind
historic ambitions gave power
was it their hate for a deeper love to bloom
who was hated, was hate divinely guided?
"heaven hates what it must hate"
the tao says
apathy for social concern
apathy for love itself
not me, not us, not the worthwhile
pour out a heart its documents
dense the sky when time stopped
extraterrestrial power comes without the
paranormal element
getting further and further acquainted with
one's face
not real beings but extraterrestrial power just
the same
This small town was a railway station to the absolute
coming here -- if you've tried
you can buy a ticket to the stars
and even get lost in outer space
while you resume life on earth.
I wanted philosophical finality
I wanted to take a hierarchy road of knowledge
-- something neither academia nor
metaphysics could teach me --
a vertical journey.
one element of the experience
was the disappearance of the time sense
this was not a dangerous phenomena
as the belief in the experiences of being telepathic,
that one had actually encountered other types of beings
This I see as a dangerous folly
instead, I see these experiences
mystics go through as a type of scripting language
that one encounters
when one registered inside oneself
patterns of trying to alter one's prayerfulness
or sense of time,
or just awareness of one's thoughts and movements
we have a past together
we create an alternate universe together.
day by day
better than human minds have often spoken
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these gems you gave in kind thoughts towards me I name gems
though I may forget them as merely default in ephemeral confusion
yet that there is omnipotent love and saving grace I clearly see
lifting to love's platform
I will weave a magic bracelet
made of these silver shivers and moonlight drops
strung on unbreakable intelligent threads
stronglyflexablessed
threads of the infinite1 super-rainbow soaked one nothing's over, it just begun stop believing in pieces you knew life's greatest goal is potentially bliss remember arms wrapped around you, the lover's kiss you need to remember to feel life as potentially bliss your breath goes deeper, and face creases a smile not identified with stress, it's true but life inside the air of blue 2 something beautiful, gorgeous comes to you, wild it's of your future days that soar with other powers of days passed by clear air shadows and the stormy sun 3 special day of understanding when thankfulness, seen as a mighty power many seasons, the future may not be rich we are only graced for living, not for greed the self, graced for mercy, not to need 4 we know that certain actions against us can cause emotional cognitive scaring therefore it must be certain positive actions cause growth that will override them as sensing love for each stranger we see takes us to feel a goodness because we are put into a relationship with their real value the value both they have for themselves and the value their loved ones feel for them this cause is that uplifting transformative experience 5. some people are lovers, some people are loners overflowing of actions point them that way they study differently other's maps the loners, victims of abuse of one type or the other the lovers, who maybe are or aren't yet, lovers who were victimized still remain lovers because a type of sap clouded their mind it kept all humanity in a glory everyone wanting to be held eventually physically, symbolically, by all 6 when that great fire in your eyes shines once more you ask how yourself how to use it? its locus is wholeness to catch it and enjoy life the moments it lasts you watch then one by one 7 to give up desires for almost everything but to enjoy this experience of prayer in the circle, in the sphere in the highest morality the best speed, the brightest hope hoping it's all of ours finally and this is why God is love 8 won't you talk to me? won't you have faith in your virtue? can't you remember what you used to do? the homeless were talked to you bought them a meal a cup of coffee where did it go wrong? why did you stop? why did you become ungrateful and want too much? oh, how I would give you them but now your own house is barren and there is no one but Me and you're still needing to learn to give is to recieve 9 the one who created blue snow in atmospheres of hearts enjoying new zest after rebounding from death after the recovery from the boundless dreams of youth from which a slight distance is growing as a distance apart is gaining sails became open, unknowingly embraced destruction to create a joy that creates words towards not accumulating much shame seems so possible as for sometime everything careful not to be endangered by the descent from great heights 10 importance goal like structure of hands own reaches renewed competence heavy and a refuge on life on what life knew from in fires and flames sparked through comforts from old times construe a floating vengeance to anchor the vision holding in omnipotent true 11 finding the rivers gold tops shimmering waving in windstreams feeling the feelings day rooted earthy staring at the lifebeam upon inner horizon remaking the sunshine rain of jingling happiness makes an envelope hopeful enclosures dwell remaking the sunshine 12 experiences remembered as haunting shadows through such they all seemed to live as colored by new sanity for some, such days one can only recall in a good light as lessons positive reflections as odd lessons of the soul what some view as carnal-minded delusions perhaps are pathways to the genius we all might pass through 13 positive partners affecting the times confirming trust, Goddess with us just seems strange to see one's face in one's heart the absence thereof leading to mind's roundabout ways sometimes sudden grief color book angel breath help arrives in every flower ascending beautiful weather changing your perceptions salvation cooling hues of life softer shades drinking absorbing the proof of power for beautifying life is a granite structure girding the universe which feels like life looking up the knowing the best is yet to come 14 a love link with all faces inside kept connected with everyone's choices dusted off the dingy promises forgetting promises this or that resigned myself to the blessed fate action sets in space keep us away, oh action! from the faith of sloths! covering all my land today the robbing faith of sloths! And pray for open eyes, pray for agile minds! And pray for angry concerns! pray for a faith in hope!!! the fire rises and burns the lack of desire upon my part to all declines flames shoot out incinerate! 15 would fall back into your bright shadows if there was a promise, maybe of great joy peace so still, mind so quiet spiritual vision like a film seen with eyes closed falling back into your bright shadows if there was a promise the excitation of the day with mystic parameter held within lasting job security, just in average it's spring, the sky is opening up again it seems I even get back to the objective it brings bright blazes of life, the intensity they may be the angels to me a further state in my deconditioning colors and tones invoking hues supernal perception a condition of another globe placed momentarily upon earth 16 I'm as positive as forever for you like children forced to live in another time and space we endure in isolation the preservation of another globe the liberation of sex led to an infantilism the eventual singularizing of the people everyone too egotistical to stay married we can't really see the way we used to think it would be when it comes to you and me maybe I'm not the only one very hurt believing in the fairy tale something wanted couldn't be the old me makes me think I want it but do I have capacity for it unless it be born of destiny and life, power and possibility: I do believe such things this faith a prize to be guarded at all times 17 well... 18 this secret spine of gold there was this secret thing it caused beautiful explosions rains of tears surrounded it the real of life kept one there it didn't have money and it was a reckless child it was sometimes holy had sometimes wisdom and many carefully dug it out dug around it to uproot it yet if a strain remained it's going to grow and it will shake the last threads of holiness in one and it will shake the wrongs loose the ego rails loose 19 these problems getting solved checking off on a mapped chart of impossibilities by the union of forces of Goddess and woman the synergy of sweetness day dream afternoon tea problems in life solving, solving disappearing, disappearing awaken, a mind, take out the beam in the eye rejoice in changes already made see the synergy of sweetness 20 when any prayer brings pounding tears changed our life and the bitter error what are we going to do? each day jet propelled by the Spirit what bliss to follow? we'll find some been passive for the touch of God reaching out in sobriety for things intoxicants would bring road way rainbow civilian surrounded blue, clouds so white, sun bright we can have life back we'll steal it back from wealth every jewel of love drips the nights are sober yet intoxicated still when any prayer brings pounding tears changed our life and the bitter error 21 it isn't in the intellect behind some walls that we can't see how smart an inconception, maplessness and in the source of health and fun, secrets stay it's not that we judge everyone, pratically everyone and side with a few, or even just ourselves we accept each one, their works, their abilities and we don't grow well pocketed by harshness, hoarding but by accepting each other, and the wages they get as only adequate and in joy and security -- we notice the light of each environment we are in an inner secret the depth of our perceptions different sensings and if this is the secret of internal beautification can it be guarded as such? how can it be elevated? the quest and thirst of inner beautification by noticing how the light of all worlds strikes 22 I found a guide in a gypsy moth catepillar walking across the hood of my moving car it seemed to suffer in the accelerating wind an allegory in ruraluburbia it eats and must survive on what we only like to look at no one wants to tolerate a gypsy moth even if the damage they do here is only to our ruraluburban beauty and isn't this the story of the poor and the adequate nor spend time with the weak because they don't want to look at an object too annoying an object that doesn't beautify their lives 23 take this day in your hand everything is of virtue let words come out as they will automatic writing is a fuel some coffee can bring super fish in a big pool super lifeline, supermind too hoop around infinite touch, all people love sometime I see all people love sometime let words come out as they will I'm gonna tell life needs embrace face to face without two there is little crystal and softer seances bring romance to the shy see the souls who live for humility so fresh the only way to encounter ability go up to know the souls who live for humility the upside, the day to upscale ability parks so plenteous a punk shouts to a window above resurrection fluid always seems to rain automatic daylight no care for the trouble above automatic writing, automatic daylight 24 some people just are molded nuances Goddess speaks when they talk this total power confidence of all outward self-esteemed business competence in rhythm with all alternative head space supercloud economic growth with charitable habit and givingness blend of elements fusing each filament of sufficiency inner glow and auric dynamic hairbow fire inside comes out in flames all around you to others on a bus simultaneously towards ice lake layer yellow intellect library circuitry current abundant fecundity's dew from higher duty capitalist ability can be free from constricted paranoid viewing upon the shores of statues of liberties upon Neptune blinding positron seas 25 everyone has every aspect of life that the subjective party is functioning at 10,000 rpm inside all your paupers of the inside inside of cities deeper inside them tears I waited through, for a voice of soular gift to channel here now I feel on the verge of all things it streams out: everyone has every aspect of life 26 melted candle love didn't have to be violent or abrasive to retain a type of opposite love melted down the side of all to then Know punk punch of power brave to air and sky like the trees, knowing righteous propulsion knowing righteous propulsion now is a time to know the unknown an anthem that is what was said now is the time to know the unknown 27 let go stingy souls to see the happy world touch love awakened like a venetian beautifically painted epiphany touch of Manhattan's masterpiece collective may platinum grace and logic come to the business world from the sea from a tree and from me 28 remember the self where he builds roads out of eternal arches higher and higher of every your life we will lay down our hearts whose visions will thrive on the earth the pride of alarms the sins we don't respond it will be washed by a humble pride as for their eyes the pleasure singing finally some absence star is doomed with heavenly life bore the words in windows of first endlessness what else have I known but its mercy instructions futureless night bows to omniscience all darkness is bloomed 29 just like it was said lust couldn't feel the whole and the whole included something so much more something that touched in worlds so complete so different, so forbidden by pornography, eroticism, whatever couldn't prepare or allow a soul near the deep near life with the day by day, year by year friendship it was destroyed, unlearned no, it wasn't mysticism or sublimation the fact one was trying to be an artist or saint lust was just some weapon against the soul knowing companionship so complete such egotists we can't even stay married anymore 30 everything verbal is going to be so different now computers haven't spoiled my hands to write my passion in place, my hope for grace long haired clear nights earth in space acceptance of a divine trace where days last year shining more hard did last month not equal what it could? an eclipsed idea mocked in silence unseen by other reasoning it's the idea of a revolution in ideas because current ideas have lead us to this current state of sad emotional and ecological affairs this old idea may have yielded some.... what I and others called a bad season but yet it had shed all our gems yet, the bitter man who owns the industrial soil is still laughing 31 it seems like my 50 years of cool are coming out and minds and eyes will shine with what blazes so right around the sun catching the light once or twice in all eye's hearts if they only knew no fear of artistic failure I've felt my heart this wide open many times before memory rays of a tender sun hearts been this wide open so many times before that shivering down the body often felt, I've found the path there I feel this blazing all around inside how can I ever lead you to that inside of you? all I have is this inner fire it will keep me warm forever that is the reason for and of my life to keep the fire burning the fire blazed it comes out bit by bit a fire that builds that can keep one warm in any situation 32 like a million suns not identified this day, this love, this Easter find me, find me, find me abounded, abounded with life abounded all is right, gratitude and fuel a direction out of the lower city a direction to the right place a smile to my face like a million suns not identified 33 great spiritual-emotional energy around keep the light up and about there is so much that makes it real fighting spirits of defeat and depression I have to laugh at a weaknesss in any town, any form of principality and if I'm without a lover always distrust lust which leads to comprimise and despair fight the guiding voices which lead to confusion and see the seasons of hell are shortly over my ways and means and my laugh have worked again you could break down the word happiness happiness with a moral condition, seeking keeping the habit of not identifying with a dullness of mind breathing in the deep feeling of the light of the sky memories of the light in a friend's eye I searched for a season of solidification so many times I tried to throw myself on the ways of God only to misunderstand so many times I've found a season of strength, solidification not moving from one hope to the next but watching the growth of a single hope a single hope to steer me found this victory in sobriety in levity, in poetry felt happiness in prayer for a bitter town in hoping it drops its high alcohol rate in remembering the memories I've had of such wild ways levity, joy, positive warmth, praise for all of life what exactly is it for me that is good a time of fine remembering of the past this integration, memories of a foreign land a party's long night of a whole day spent out in the mystical sky 34 the revolution is your soul the revolution is your self-esteem never able to be stolen by another artist you won't find freedom identifying with what they can identify your spectacles and situationalisms will get you tons of guilt by 50 but the revolution is your soul no commodity that someone beat you to in the market 35 cast the jewels into the sea, your soul so cautious to touch this volatile membrane again yet I touch it and it lights fire up ubiquitous to the absolute I can get response from it just by seeing it as personal no voice of man touches it and me simultaneously like it came down off spaceships to greet me "we're here" as the effect it was forever in remembrances it is not of human flesh before I had been wrong in assuming it could have something to do with human beings now, I only know it doesn't it might not even be in individuals but a framework a grid my questions come into the spectacular greeting me by virtue of my probes so what bring these motivations around so much? to pour out from a heart its documents blood of earth mustard seed of rainbows powder of stars balance of timelessness anything magical left on earth for you? have you felt impoverishment take hold? and made funds your brain? learning boom bang presto titles shuttle year dense was the day mind historic ambitions gave power was it their hate for a deeper love to bloom who was hated, was hate divinely guided? "heaven hates what it must hate" the tao says apathy for social concern apathy for love itself not me, not us, not the worthwhile pour out a heart its documents dense the sky when time stopped extraterrestrial power comes without the paranormal element getting further and further acquainted with one's face not real beings but extraterrestrial power just the same This small town was a railway station to the absolute coming here -- if you've tried you can buy a ticket to the stars and even get lost in outer space while you resume life on earth. I wanted philosophical finality I wanted to take a hierarchy road of knowledge -- something neither academia nor metaphysics could teach me -- a vertical journey. one element of the experience was the disappearance of the time sense this was not a dangerous phenomena as the belief in the experiences of being telepathic, that one had actually encountered other types of beings This I see as a dangerous folly instead, I see these experiences mystics go through as a type of scripting language that one encounters when one registered inside oneself patterns of trying to alter one's prayerfulness or sense of time, or just awareness of one's thoughts and movements we have a past together we create an alternate universe together. day by day better than human minds have often spoken 36 these gems you gave in kind thoughts towards me I name gems though I may forget them as merely default in ephemeral confusion yet that there is omnipotent love and saving grace I clearly see lifting to love's platform I will weave a magic bracelet made of these silver shivers and moonlight drops strung on unbreakable intelligent threads stronglyflexablessed
