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the solemness
Of lonely gratitude
Cooled long on heights of
Informal platitudes,
Songs sung lazy days
Sights seen pleasures
Rendered, ever grown
Like sprouting tenders,
Concerts won and splendors
Tasted, no one sweeter,
Than the present.
Beyond the lights sensed with
Open eyes taste buds wet
Glistening in starlights
After mint, like
Tendrils from the brown dirt
Reach always up beyond above.
The milk is heaven of the
Graciousness I feel
As the leaves blow
The waves
Make beats
Upon my shore
And birds tweet
And my worries
Sleep.
A mountain head my bed
A cloud my pillow, a sureness
That all is well.
When upon the day came
A voice so
Make believe my fairy queen
My reality
My every dream sang
Like birds wings lifting
Me higher than anything ever could
Or did on the air rang
My forever heartstrings plucked
From Angel's hair her wings
The only thing
I remember being hers
Into every night hence as though
Heaven was here
Amidst the night air catching stars
In my hands touching
Life began,
Then
It is
of the earth's  way
a scale
balancing sunshine
with rain,

As a flower shares
the soil with a dandelion-
air with the ocean,
mountains and plains.

And the seasons turn
from spring into summer
then leaves fall
Soon, it snows.

And all are God's creations
the mighty to the small.
And how everything....
a thought to a heartbeat
a pups welp
to a trumpets sonorous
blast
in mountains
and valleys
echoes

sighs

Dust to dust and no stopping
reality or favors from Fairies,
no rest for the weary.
In the end going
back to beginnings,
is the way
All stardust
is created.
Provident the essential beauty of a long sip of her in the moonlight
Drink I did and fell head over heels
In elemental drunken eye splendor
We are not trapped in our homes,
only trapped in the mind
for when we awaken
to share in our own great company
we align with what is important
and it sets one free.

Use it to ground align with source
and write or try something new.
Take a course on line.
Read a book.
Celebrate your own magnificence.
This virus/ confinement will end soon
and when it does
GREAT THINGS will be.

There is so so much
going on behind the scene.
The virus is a cover
for this happening.

New financial system, new laws,
arrests of the shadow government
and cults that are rampage in our society,
And much more.

Breath and connect knowing all will be fine.
Use it as an opportunity to feel my inner power.

WE are just as great if we stay in bed in our PJ's
or go and run around.

IMPORTANT Aligning with discontent and fear
is a disease in itself and only leads to illness.

PUT SOME HAPPY IN YOUR LIFE.
SMILE AND THAT BE A REMEDY
TO COMBAT ILLNESS..

BLESSING ALL!
TO ALL MAY YOU ALL SURF THROUGH THIS TIME. AND COME OUT OF IT AWAKE ALERT BETTER THAN BEFORE. GROUNDED IN WHAT IS IMPORTANT SELF LOVE AND LOVE OF OTHERS
Raise your happy level
and keep free from viruses.
Three vitamins a day essential.
A happy pill.
A grateful pill
and a pill of song
that connects to
the wisdom from source.

And extra vitamin L, love
tainted with smiles helps.
Make lemons out of lemons they say.
I make it in my house each day
For I never know what will come
so I drink and bow to sing and pray.

Pray to look far deep inside
then I move with inner pride
cause I know life is a gift
inside hardships I won’t hide.
Just a thought
I take a vitamin thought everyday.

It Includes
A pill of optimism
A pill of gratitude
A tablet of trust
A pill of anticipation,
that day will be great
Why?
Because its manufactured
with breeze of breath,
in the factory of heart

When one has a good attitude it is like a vitamin in itself and it can shape your day.
JUST thinking about the virus
.
Last night
she said I was cold.
Unreachable.
Surrounded in a halo of frost.
It burnt her fingers
as she dared to touch,
but there was little there.
Just … frost-bite,
and the sense
that she was alone in the room.
In body I was there,
but the Boat of Millions of Years
was sailing through my eyes
to the intended destination,
my lost mind.
She called to me
but I was to far to hear.
Down her soft cheeks
the tears did stream,
as she screamed my name
over and over.
She screamed until
the screams turned to sobs,
as the slow realisation
that I no longer knew her,
knew me, knew anything,
hit her like a wave of grief,
freezing her emotions dead.
Last night
she said I was cold.
And I was cold
because I knew that it was
our Last Night.


© Pagan Paul (16/02/20)
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You stand alone in a crowd,
fully clad and yet naked,
open to the scrutiny of others,
a target for acceptable prejudice.
Do you look like them?
Do you act like them?
Do you think like them?
Does your conformity make you like them?
The group, the herd.
Is their outer vanity enough
for you not to care what they think?
The truth is that vanity
is not tangible.

The outward manifestation of thought,
thought that nibbles at the edges of reason,
invading and undermining confidence,
an acceptable target for prejudice.
Do they like me?
Am I of their kind?
What are they thinking?
Does my confusion make me like them?
Part of the crowd.
Is my inner vanity sufficient
for me to not care what they think?
The truth is that vanity
is transitory.


© Pagan Paul (29/02/20)
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