Time spent surrounded by nature is where one may renew his soul, if he is so inclined. yet, nature is everywhere, no less a flower in a glass.
go to sleep in a sleepy little world go to sleep and the world goes away little kitty boy, little kitty girl sleep the deep sleep and drift away clouds forming dark clouds forming it is becoming the way of the world you are loved you are cherished you are life itself.
The older I get the more I see life is much more about others and substantially less about me.
This is my essence which will survive without me for everyone loves the smell of bacon even the vegetarian is tempted to eat of it.
I have an excuse like an old man I walk slow bent over shuffling my feet.
my me ki helps me do my work in his own way he says 'mow mow, I love you mommy and daddy'.
I have no fear of criticism I have not the talent of Shakespeare it goes without saying I am no Van Gogh for I still possess both my ears.
this magnetism pulls on opposites tearing its own seams fire and ice desire and hate absorption into one another disintegration transformation falling into pieces.
Beauty is in the heart of the beloved the beloved is the eye of the beholder.
mysterious you who surrounds me like loving arms invisible essence pounds away repelling evil and its deeds abundant harvest sowing seed gracious covenant unerring need.