7: 55 a.m.
Sandy beaches popping into my mind, as the sun rises
over ocean waves, forever crashing without resting
through each night and day.
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Existing on earth, always waiting to re-enter the promised
land.
Landing on desert sands, seeing ghosts of yesterday waving
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Rising to each morning sun, being filled with elation
at seeing earth being reborn every morning.
Nature abounding, filling my being with it's intense
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Dancing forever in the twilight of life, still agile enough
to enjoy doing it.
Wondering in the back of this mind how long will I be able
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Reading interior tomes of past generations, seeing their
exacting knowledge and philosophy touching my mind with
their brilliant and illuminating thoughts even today.
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Writing into bluened lights, always visible when in this
particular mode of writing.
A very tantalizing feeling of emotion is also connected
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Creative endeavors being enticed by Indian music,
carrying me forth into a land of blossoming fruits.
Affording pleasure of tasting it all as writing
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Unusual sounding notes reaching into intellect, giving
me pause, watching thought processes tangle and untangle
themselves to fit the music of India.
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Echoing into my mind, rhythms of delicate beauty
are gently and tenderly, touching synapses and
neurons, stirring them lightly in timid melodies
of rhyme.
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Silently sweeping into the crosshairs of my mind, allowing
it to target thoughts and bring about a strident energy of
all time into an inner atmosphere.
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