God is love
God you are the life. All force easy sway with longing, with word. I fast yesterday into today feeling empty and pray to be filled by love. Let spiritual acumen be my meal. Fill these banquet platters in my eyes with the divine - the birds sing, the voices ring, call upon the holy embrace. The way is fortune, fortunate to have fortune and fame in the name of Jesus’ finding body to believe, Spirit soar, Yahweh.
All life is a little more alive. Filled with magic, swept up with the dreams of beautiful things. Sing with the birds. Color with the sky, unite with the seasons. So it is winter and it is cold. The days are fast going. The dreams are realest, vivid. Alive.
There are so many variants to green. Love is God. my body is a piece of art. Watch me as i go. Skies is a home. Clouds a room. Look into the blue eye, look by the blue eye. Eat up the hour. Relax. Genius. Be feeling genius. Need more of this. To be complete i’d been two people in life thus far and now am the best parts of both. I am alive. I am love. This is good. God manifest my hand, be love, beauty life everlasting now.
I need us.
I love to write really and having fasting right now i feel my head is calmer but my body is looser. You feel? Sometimes I wanna lead a worldwide strike away from social media and other times its cool. Hummingbirds play in the morning air. Land on a branch of the grapefruit tree, silhouette in the sun. i thought i saw a cat yesterday, maybe i did, either rock or cat in the distance, its name is murakami. I have friends. That is nice. Art is alive here and now its now. Aha! Its new to be now, now to be new. Logically i will do school. Either sun or sun, all the light in this love, dealt with already now, i’m doing it. Be love my lovely one, be love, be love, be love. Accept the days, arrange the brighter future, praise God. God i love you, you are so alive in all life. These leaves, this breeze, this season, this second gaze, first hour, hand, eye, now, new, art, hummingbird, school, love, friends, bough, grapefruit, the, a, all of all that is. You are God of all and all is love by you. I give into your love. I love you God. Amen.
Perplexed - As is the nation not understanding themselves when the house connected is built of only childhood Lincoln logs. The scrap is necessary for the rebuild. Breaks us down yes, and we are altering altar no more to the perfection of a place. This holy is grounding. Get us going again God of the all and every coming together in all we who be.
A prayer of natural necessity, the nation requires a sleepwalk sound trope to topple the ideals of perplexed predilections of proper acumen when the mint in the mouth shut is quite fine if you'd do the time to get to know yourself and see all you put on others is how you really are yourself. Geez, Jesus died like this.
She's, she's all in bed, not in her head about this. It's something the reader helps to create, insofar as the pen is transmutable to the hour at which the heat of light complexes the fractal simple setting on which the red sun arose. They guarded the horizon line, i never saw them. I was through it all, through and through true to the conscious spell, oops the spill.
And like the nectar of her kitchen and these teas, the hordes of flowers is all that could stop me. I come, sit a while, say hello for the tree, hear a twig snap on my way out, a laugh, dropped the smoke, set it behind my ear, people in the elevator, butterflies flying about, runway fashionista is a easy as be can another translation. Another nation of my head joins peace and ally against any injustice for which the people are well represented, counted for in their peace. They are Wiesel at the offer to another. Peace is our gift. Nature our show, get it to go here. Stay everywhere.