Spontaneously taking me to a land of opportunity.
A wonderous realm of possibilities awaits me.
Immersing me in showers of splendor and ecstasy.
I foresee a future so bright its illumination blinds me.
Spectacles of magnificence waft by my eye to my heart.
Let this awe-inspiring significance prepare to start.
No more exuberating sensation could be bought.
Where command performances are daily sought.
An exhilarating ride high on the crest of a mighty wave.
So very exquisite I shall create my very own enclave.
Joining the Elizabethan Trust Theatre Performing Arts.
At such a young age was my dream auditioning my parts.
Acting was all I lived for, being accepted was even more.
Life was wonderful, a good job and study I would adore.
I guess it was perseverance, luck and talent, I had some.
So get ready to roll out the red carpet, here I come.
Gravitational force is driving me
to trust.
to let go. And I do.
This evolving
and exuberating path
is
filled with fearful joy and heartfelt tears.
My spirit is uplifted and playful. Oh yes,
Playful.
So gracious, so ready.
Rhythm of breath, sunrise, and sunset.
Rhythm of trust.
Who’s heart ceases reaching,
yet
why am I still hearing the drum beats?
So exhausted, so ready.
Overflowing collective 0s and 1s,
that
mindfulness and awareness are made of Zen.
Unfriend the monkey thoughts.
befriend my ancestors.
Trust,
beyond trust.
eyes opened wide
I see fields and rolling hills through my morning dew drop
this is my dreamscape
walking through the fisheye lens
a friend, a stranger
smile of a Cheshire cat
the kaleidoscope rains down
a golden beach with that scorching, scorching sun
exuberating its power
lending it to my already open eyes...
Or were they closed...
seeing the beings in heat vision
dancing about my temple
watching my world respond in ancient tongue
one that I stutter to repeat
who could know
this is my reality
eyes closed
Masterminding with a dream and a step;
It's a beautiful challenge.
With those exuberating eyes;
Growing brighter,
Auspicious,
Bold,
Evermore a lasting last terminal breath.
Pink and yellow flowers;
Distinguished
And boastful
In their exuberating
Colours,
Braced themselves
On tender stalks
Of watery greens,
While Butterflies
Dressed as Red Barons,
Hovered and hummed
And flapped
Their Scarlet wings
Feverishly.
Exuberating, elevating, rehabilitating.
Aah! Exhilerating in this "Happy Valley."
Far from the top,
but I feel sky high.
Life's B-B-B Boom's been enhanced
since I've arrived.
Thank the lord i didn't pass my chance
to visit this "Dynamite Ranch".
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