Roads are all clogged ~ clogged with cars
there's too many too many by far
streets look more like a parking lot
there's no sword for this Gordian Knot
I'm leaving town want to get where I'm going
nothing's slowing me down
leaving town want to get there on time
I'm not dawdling or waiting around
like a hot cup of coffee on a stone-cold morning
or an ice-cold beer on a hot summer's day
it's a new lease on life down the line
leaving nothing behind I'm on my way
I'm taking the train to my next location
no car for me I won't be
driving to a new destination
traveling light making for the station
taking the train I'm taking the train
Our true Self exists beyond time and space,
yet since all is Self, then how are we here?
In form immanent, we may see God’s face,
as bliss magnetism, signalling He’s near.
Self or God, both being same, is within,
size of a thumb, in the cave of our heart,
so worthy hermit, just go in therein,
breath by breath feeling bliss ignition start.
The Self, a flame without smoke, is God’s spark,
living light eternal, our true essence,
light that lights all lights, banishing the dark,
representing our divine quintessence.
Sages who’ve walked the earth, have so affirmed,
truth of Self, in meditation confirmed.
Here in this dead zone.
No cell phone reception
no WiFi,
grandchildren refuse
to come over.
Who knew when I bought
this house all those years ago,
It was in the ideal location.
Was it those onions earlier? Clashing with the fish?
I sense some bi? location things are not as one might wish!
The trifle and?? Oh the truffles ' my it was a loaded dish
I sense in my stomach a bi-location' things are not as one Might wish.' Theres a grumble in the engine room a
Pulsing in my throat, a real sense of bi-location did that
Kebab contain goat?? Oh..Im heading to the bathroom
Its where i want to be, if i can make it up the staircase?
Oh woe; is poor old me.' In a step of bi-location i'm taking
Steps in twos.' If i get up to the toilet? There will be some
Bile-location, before I flush my system through.'
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A bonnie wee place, Drummore.
Just aff the Galloway Shore.
A stoat and a fish.
Their signature dish.
A bonnie wee place Drummore.
There are a number of houses
Said to be haunted
Because they are vacant
Even with a beautiful location
Good designs
Said to be a dream house
Maybe people's hearts are haunted
They wait for a good bargaining
To sell to make extra profits
They didn't reach a compromise
To sell amongst them
The heir to the house is questionable
Someone died in the house accidentally
People's hearts are haunted
Because they have some mischieves behind
They have no confidence in life
They believe rumours
They fear fate
Usually haunted are the hearts
But not the house
And so haunted are our hearts that
We too have little faith in God
What system do you have?
How do you jam sim signals?
How do you locate sim & cell?
Sanctuaries, being scarce
I chose a thicket in the forest
~ subsisting on berries
My home is small but cozy.
My furniture is old.
It’s all in need of sprucing up,
Or so I have been told.
But just a block of walking
Brings the river into view
Where benches sit there waiting –
There’s not much I’d rather do.
I’ve heard, when searching for a home,
Location is the key;
My apartment near the river
Is the perfect place for me.
Reality hit him in the face ~
Glad it wasn't in the other place
I'm always where I belong
they say that I do no wrong
if what they say is true
then I shouldn't be blue
so you'll never find me wearing a thong
'MY GRANDMOTHER'S LOVE'
The name of my Grandmother's
house is the same with the name of my Grandmother's town.
My Grandmother's love is formless.
Grandmother found me formless.
My Grandmother's formless love,
form me into a perfect form.
Outstanding unicorn
With men around in uniform.
In my Grandmother's house.
I become a diamond.
Just as the name of my
Grandmother's house.
Diamond House In diamond town.
But my Grandmother's love is worth more than ordinary diamond.
Although, my Grandmother's big
house is big enough to house all of the children of earth.
But my Grandmother's BIG loving heart
is already BIG enough to accomodate the earth itself and it's children.
My Grandmother's love is the divine love you know.
The divine love light force that brightens you out of the dark
hard matrix. Aho!!!
@Solo Man.
1/08/18
a trois-par-huis
clouds and moon
shift with design in tune
matching moves in a star-studded sky
lovers, enchanted in heart and soul, simply sigh
skipper guides his vessel with careful hand and eye
celestial infatuation
nighttime navigation
location
September 9, 2019
Heart is trying out to reach
Near the location
Finding the bank
Of freely flowing river
Sometime luck do favor
Sometime misfortune push back
The story of love life
Sometime loss sometime gain
She is very beautiful
She is a rising dream
She is definition of love
Many people are trying to read
So remain clear your view
If you want to reach near to love destination
Do a conform believe on your dream
Love is like oasis in deep desert
Love is a way of fire
Everything depend on her desire
Everything depend upon her mood
Sometime she behave like cool moon
Sometime she fill as like
Hard sunshine of summer noon
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