Thoughts

Thoughts Colors, mists, lights, shadows, but there is no real existence of life, merely a rainbow, illusionary, but comes sense from there Thoughts came from nothing, and creating fates, lives, and words from the non-existent world, it’s empty, filled with our emotions; God throws it all. Purity is clearing from dust, and shiny crystal blind mirrors are sharply glittering in life. The original cradle of ideas and thoughts. Thoughts. Whose? I can’t understand where it comes from. Ideas are not mine, and I do not know my thoughts, but something running in my mind, an old software, maybe that is the right, an old program, comes from ancient life; always loved then drop away all the thoughts of the psychological blurring, and give way to life thoughts. Oh no, there are no thoughts, only emotions to realize the message of love to an illusory emotion me on lost from dropped love, never existed, torn desire, existing life end from life Just walk on my way, fields, and trees around me, enjoying life the life in my heart I feel a crystal mind here in my home. This is the Mind. It’s not too far, a loved heart I am trying to find it. It is not possible, rainbow on the light blue sky, oh my mental love Coming a flesh from the sky, charmingly killed my cloudy life to the space for your life and pick me and put me on your shelf, and the radio will always speak to you from there My thoughts aren’t mine Yours Love Just listen