The time is right despite the news. Lotsa lies and full of the blues. Though defying this blight, change is afoot, that old regimen, soon to go poof! One way or another, new earth, new scene. A parallel world, however deemed. This now is now, its own creative wow, enjoy the ride, up to you, how you allow. The present reality, sour or sweet, its rhythm a gift for you to tweak. Choice our own to process and make, the ingredients combined, determine the cake. How and where we decide to live, the environment and with whom ~ Slow motion particles or ones that groove and zoom. Bodily functions, energy consumptions, knowing the facts or relying on assumptions. Truth or lie, crawl or fly, if ya wanna know, bend a fresh page and grow.
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Karma sure interesting, how it woofs and warps. Like some sub-atomic particle, interacted with force. Flavors of charm and strange, rearranged exerted mass ~ Balanced principles, that work as a quark. In and out, up and down while influenced by spirit ~ Mingling of universes, generate naturally inherent. A game essentially, with an opposing outcome ~ Challenging dynamics, to overcome. Solved solutions through evolution ~ Determined decision to win. For me, writing, is a journey of search and discovery: The next word or phrase; choice of direction to go and its flow. Blending ideas in some symbiotic prose. Such a wide open landscape to both create and follow. Set free or dig in deep and wallow. Sometimes it's an easy drift. While another time its moment to moment, somewhat a battle. Herding cats apposed to cattle. Most the time I have no idea what is next. I don't have an outline or goal. No planned path or objective. Rather subjective. It is work. A challenge which for myself, seems rather paramount. An art form that has mostly been bred, the last couple of years. I had dabbled with it before but, drawing, painting, dancing and singing, were more prominently, my artistic pursuits. I got hooked into it slowly. A challenge arose from an artistic and pregnant friend. She wanted to create a story for her soon to be child and asked me if I wanted to help her? Yes. I jumped right in. What fun. I ended up writing 8 childrens books, publishing 2 of them. They were all fiction and fun. This action coincided with a whole different challenge in my life. That of telepathy. A reality that sprang into my consciousness many years ago, but suddenly I saw a purpose in writing a book on the subject. Around 8 months later, I published it too. This one, non-fiction. Doing so is where the hook, caught me. Writing now has become my wonderful new art form. Getting close to closing ranks on an envisioned task desired ~ Obstacle not but creative create, hard work to generate. Been a blast, great contrast from how it was before ~ Forest area long forgotten, cleaned, aesthetics for. Future generations to joy amidst, engage with nature, rich sustenance ~ Birds and cats, people too, a place to chill, breathe, relax. Switch direction from this affection to another pleasure pursuit ~ From the wood to a social hood, with people evolving root. One step, join a gym, instead or labor work with weights ~ Interact with other humans, an arena I've had some lack. Health is good, wealth okay, interaction humanoid kind ~ Pour on the coal, a unity goal, group purpose fire find. Stretch my wings a squadron quest, together fly in strength ~ Shoulder to shoulder, a juggernaut, big forward successful lengths. I can feel it. However, what IT is, kinda a mystery. Have some ideas but mostly feelings. Feels really good. It seems telepathic communication has begun. Alive and exciting too. A future do. Lots of new friends. It occupies actions I'm familiar with, while in a fresh new setting. Intrigue and desirable getting. A game to play that serves others and self. In high energy dissemination and shared optimum wealth. It's secretive. Shhh... Choice of function, serve and receive - whatever decision, gotta believe. Action and purpose, too do some do - For fun; get done; to create and succeed. Give it sparkle, strength and wit - market it and evolve a hit. Be inspired, pistons synched and fired - swagger your attitude, share with gratitude. Having success at perceived ambition - double it and grow, increase energy fission. Expand the vision, engaging more - greater capacity energy for. Functioning like a sovereign being - its own entity with a heart beat. Breathes and feels, quality ideal - an individual beingness, unique. Creation - Change - Destroy THOUGHTS OF INVOKED PROVOKING Eyes of surprise remarkable occurrence. Attuned attention of sweeping endurance. In the moment, fresh brightness shines - curiosity and wonder, aware then blind. Saturation fills the void. Momentary duplication, over-joyed. Change rearranges kaleidoscopic twist - broken glass twirls a geometric rift. Confusion quarrel disagrees, reaches beyond, new meaning tease. Reinvented intervention, once again fulfilling, greater extension. Magical pursuits, ancient roots. Earth and aether connect. One with another, father, mother, child energy reflect. Boundless reproduction. Growth with instruction. Calamity vs. prize, for creation of enterprise. Fabric universal, spread throughout domain ~ Loosely holds, stretches/folds, a net of what remains. From interception, beginning perception, you and I invent ~ Space. Time. Energy and Mass with purpose and intent. Big from small, rise and fall, cluttered, forgotten mess ~ Left behind with change of mind, new world invent and dress. Who was its creator? You were my friend. Gave it spark, light and dark, bored got old, let end. By increased know. Authenticity, honesty, respect. Simple growth really. A little extra care. share. It's also mutual allowance of change. Shifting weather, apart and together. Alert to these shifts and allow to drift. Share and experience them singularity and mutually. Each their own thing, allow to have. Seperation for individual inspiration. No interjected control unless it is felt to be enjoyed. Some new dynamic, automatic. Love grows where attention goes. Intention useful, caring heart sharing. No fearing, over-bearing and if? Aware. Opps. Apologize with open , clean clear eyes. Blowing waves, bending fear ~
Surfers delight, love the might, scaling the wall don't care. Cutting swells edges tear, up out the lip, twisted air ~ Board still standing, perfect landing, deep through a tube fate dare. Grom no more came of age, go for it torch, blazing rage. Known truth, ocean soothe, rhythm rhyming, synchronized timing. Such a bright feeling, the world my oyster ~ Have barely decided what I'll create. First I'm just handling, things I've let slide ~ Anticipated solutions that somehow slipped by. Bring all such things, to a done. Clean house while preparing, for more exciting fun. I sense a connection back to film ~ Management again maybe. With others light, some purpose to fulfill. One idea, an A.I. animation of a childrens book I once wrote. Someone else the techy part, the story I feel, a premise of note. However, many things are rearranging. Country climate being one. The economy, its geometry may indeed, come undone. Anyway, either way, excited to be apart. Creative notion with my magic potion ~ Help fill the space with meaningful art. |