pantor of the Oaks
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is now today by now!
Yesterday is now today! Yesterdays' today is in the past. Yesterdays past is today's past, but yesterdays' tomorrow is today's' past, and its' future.
Impeccable Codes for an Aspiring Peacefu...
One can only aspire to attempt gaining such integrity: as to be one who deserves the honor to be called an impeccable peaceful heart warrior.
Transforming the energy
Incredible power hidden deep inside, transforming the energy put aside.
I am a gypsy soul I care not were I go Were I lay my hat is home I do whatever I want
That's where Inspiration Lies
Its not the bridge or the person walking over it Its the state of being for the one who is walking on it
We Are The Medicine
Brothers and sisters its’ hard to conceal what love has given me to fight for in zeal
Know that forever is really what’s now
I want to be a warrior In the light of love, So please come and join me In the fight for love
rocks seldom squish the cat who sleeps w...
An avalanche takes the night and rips it from my belly a mummer of string pulls my heart closer to the light
the book of the now
effects the Eternal...
We can ALL have a heart if one wants to to remember that what we do or do not do affects everyone, all of the time!
Obsession is the bridge that carries the...
A bridge that carries the lamp of amber showers governed by instincts ignited by the flesh and mind
Buried far deeper
Buried far deeper than what appears to be an endless wave The stomach of love gurgles ever more Especially, when we recognize the call of love
Close your eyes
Close your eyes See the voice of your heart Slowly speak louder The silence jaded
What can I say to you that hasn't already been spoken? The words seems useless but yet they quench my thirst. The thirst arises when I think about love. Yet death and life are a part of the same family!
An Unspoken Thought
I hear the cry of an unspoken thought dripping from THE vibration of a dry eye The thunderous noise in my pulsing veins explodes another round of rippling tears
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Yesterday is now today by now!
Yesterday is now today!
Yesterdays' today is in the past.
Yesterdays past is today's past,
but yesterdays' tomorrow is today's' past, and its' future.
Tomorrow's' past is today's' future,
and tomorrow is today by now.
Tomorrow doesn't know yesterday,
but tomorrow's yesterday knows the future and the past.
Today is the future and the past.
Today's' future is now the past.
Today's' past is in the future,
but today's' future is tomorrow's past and future.
The futures past can be today.
The future is tomorrow and today.
The futures future ...