So is that time of day.
Some go for the hay.
Others try and find a way.
Yet, it is the end of day-almost.
I sit in a supreme bliss.The world spins around in it's full
perfection. My mortal eyes fall upon a moth. There fluttering
before the presence of my mortal eyes. Captured nd
floating upon a fluttering air. It seems to have but little care.
The Lord made a seed within the universe. It was a place
called the earth. A tiny seed of creation. To fill all with an
eternal plan. We are all part of the workings. To make a
space where we can rest. To have a home in eternal life.
Vincent, I've seen you.
Manaic raptured hue.
Cosmic energy heart,
with a love so true.
GOD: Manipulates all.
GOD: Gives - GOD: Takes.
I look into heaven.
Stoned out after seven.
On my back alone.
All the stars shone.
Under a mighty tree.
My lady beside me.
What did I notice true.
With old cloak, shrouded blue.
Where does my mind start? Where does my mind end? No
expanse to the ultimate, the thoughts do not stop. Time does
not stop. It is all in perpetual motion. All a vibration in the
universe. Constant it is, alive in the conception. I am me,