Bullion Grey

These twelve new ideas are the result of an individual's experience. We are creative beings...we are all co-creators.

1. We admitted we are powerful creative beings, that our lives are direct reflection of our use of our inner creative imaginative spirit.
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How long is an instant?
How long is now?
How long is Eternity?
How long is long?
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Just minutes ago, that is to reference a time, a time that now only exist in memory, I (me, my person) was at a referenced space and time minutes ago almost as great certainty, not to infer any ambiguous meaning,
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How was your flight? I hope it was as fantastic as
what I imagined it was.
I was flying with you - you know?
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I am Awakening,
I am beginning to Understand

I see the green grass, and the message is grow;
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Long way, down the journeys road,
past the brambles, past the slowed,
up the top, and down again,
round the trees, just up the bend,
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i was raised by an insane man
my dreams they turn to mares
of days and nights I could not stand
lost in a field of terrors
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Scatter yourself in the wind, allowing any direction to float.
Landing upon many a person, inser yourself inside their coat......
Listen and note each thoughtless thought, conversation and attitude, careful to jot any simple jot, that catches in your shoot. (lol)
After gathering moments of mind, review your notes you see;
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Sit and sigh,
on the fourth of July,
watch the rain come through.
All mornin,
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Look closer by writing dreams, insights, ideas, thought forms -

Harbor creative solitude by going into solitude actively instead of drifting -
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My heroes are farmers without names,
Nuns and monks without possessions;
Laborers and ordinary individuals,
That endure life’s sufferings and fates.
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Starting with God’s sunrise, I feel awe and wonder
a Divine perspective that flows, through my heart first
and then my emotions, prayerfully I hold my perspective
as if I hold precious flowers.
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I am flying my kite,
arouse my heart to higher heights.
My isosceles triangular thought,
and circular rotating life,
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Such is the fate of a speck in the youniverse,
to float along the wave of existence, without plan or knowing.
Yet part of the mass, still small of the dust,
this speck travels a long living view.
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Words, symbols of thought,
dragged from the heart and soul
to the cold reality of ink, paper and eye.
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Does sky, cloud or wind think about us, you & me?
If so, where does sky, cloud or wind think? Does sky know it is sky?
What concerns the sky?
What cloud floats in doubt?
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Since Time doesn't exist, you can't waste it.
So....
Time can never be 'lost'.
Time can't be saved.
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I will not survive this experience
called Life, without dying;
so I will live this Life,
as each moment arriving.
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I once met God in a country store.
I knew it was God.....I asked if I was worthy to go to heaven.
God's reply?
'Worthy is not what I look for, thats a human idea,
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No one invited me to my heart,
no one told me how to go,
didn't hear it in a song or seminar,
or read it in a poem;
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