I a O Am What Colours My Day

I, a O am. There is no place the body can run and hide to escape the ravages of mind and memories ride into the world of ghosts that live within all that influences, directs, guides us as we recall what has destroyed – for some – a future, a life what has built – for some – a future without strife. For me !, can the phoenix rise up from the ashes climb above all that has influenced and clashes with desires to awaken the spirit, the soul so that the psyche may hear, may see, may know that the spirit can fly, the soul can soar with all conscious abandon, without fear of taking the fall. What colours my day There are many colours of blue. They paint my hours in different hues. We know that under the sun, nothing is new. and that my dear friends is not news B. J. “A ” 2 June 9th 2005