Jata Jata jing jing jing
live a life of dance and song
poetic stanzas for all to sing
sailing to realms you truly belong
in misty caverns of colored time
I forgive the past
confide in my present
leaving futures unknown
good tidings to me
all blessings to you--of
crystal skies ever blue
Spiritual boundaries
cosmic getaways
somehow somewhere
sometime some way
all souls dream
of celestial play
a lover's lullaby yearning for itself
like soft rain learning from each drop
We kneel in silent aisles of tranquility
tending to Ghosts we once knew
Free falling on lost experience nocturnes
listing peacefully on wanderlust waves of
sand and stone flesh and bone
together or alone
giving back all that we own.
The world of matter bents awareness and duality,
pertaining to required dimensionality.
The mental loss by worship sense data rigidly,
quantitative measures conformity.
Reforming towards natural perfection,
which by some folks becomes a cruel intersection.
The desperation of religious handicap,
following blindly some holy scrap.
Little world in little hats banging the wall,
the egos cry for to save us all.
Considered distorted experiences,
as guilt persists in emotional glimpses.
Time in clockwork liberation,
past lives handicap attached to sensation.
Distinctions between reality and shadow,
consciousness attracted to divine flow.
Sufficient transformation by living,
as below or above all is given.
Poignant realization of what the soul is not,
beginnings of true certainties begot.
Faith that creates faith and inner evolution,
taken the image forth to all else exclusion.
Many individual emotions we have to difference,
group state temptation and wilderness.
The struggle out of the familiar in critical state,
steps of evolution where the future meets present.
The attractively impersonated desirable goal,
pictured reality for the timeless soul.
Cold
Devours the world
Blizzard after terrifying blizzard will unfold
Winter seems everywhere to take its hold
There is a phrase cold gripping the very soul
But there is no physical cold that can actually capture the soul
But cold of the soul
Can grip it in darkness colder than ice, and darker then coal
But even for that there is remedy
For against the cold fusion of the soul will rave angry
And as depth of dark forces deeper then cold increase briskly
So will souls’ protection deepening its fury
If soul will ricochet from last fundamental place’s other side
Without breaking up inside
Towards the heavenly realm it will glide
With energy recoil from death towards life will provide
The vortex of the soul is true majesty
And it will only increase in beauty
This is third dimension third key
And there are many more many
Child makes ornament consisting of many concentric circles and puts it on Christmas tree
Not knowing they represent this very multi dimensionality
This is divine majesty
The soul’s growth and perhaps heavenly key
o shyte its not right,
says Mavis 2nite,
u aint at all predictable,
i miss part of the passion ,
i must have me ration,
if ya cant do the job,
its elictable...
Thanks Dave Williams...Quarter pound..
Don Johnson
elicitable, meaning when it is possible to induce a truthful estimate of the property with a given dimensionality of reports.
Fibonacci
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hey
you
listen
concentrate
......Fibonacci!
elucidated
hyper-dimensionality
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~I gave this a try up to 8 syllables using only one word each line.
it-counts! I say ;)
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