11: 38 a.m.
Running with notes of every measure listened to,
enjoying seeing images coming into play as all
of life flows into a peaceful picture of many
landscapes.
Mountains and deserts, standing in depths of every
melody, watching them being fulfilled and shown to
an interior mind.
Explicit totality shining from within, brilliantly
giving insight many thrills through intellect and
it's expansive wisdom.
Cavorting through it all, adding to the essence of
this soul with every measure of rhythm, completing
life with an increased passion for everything known.
11: 39 a.m.
(10/25/14)
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