Four ones of two pairs of eleven, kinda makes you think of heaven, the first one say hello how are you, the second one say please come through and the third one say remember me too, as the forth one say teach me to, the two things that makes me say I do.. eleven is two numbers in one like 1+1 =2 we all know it do.. take two more and thiers plenty to do. The second pair of eleven 1+1=2 like we all knew, the second pair ask how about you.. softly speaks look inside you"ll  find the truth, it can't tell you about me, but it can tell you about you, now think it though and tell me what eleven eleven thought of you?. And see exactly what to do like the one, two, three and four ones that equal two×2 just like me and you.. keep eleven, eleven with you it truly does makes u think of heaven too, that's true.. because 11:11 thinks twice speaks twice so there's no why's just four ones coming alive.. mathematics that's high fives..

I could write all day, until the night,
Just to say for each and everyone have a good night. Dream of writing and writing will dream of you..

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tales were told in speech
No mouth would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in heart of flesh
No aching ******* would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
We're knowledge all, what were our need
To trill and faint and sweetly bleed?.

Then seek not, sweet, the "If and why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.

Writing helps free my mind and feeds my lovely soul, brings me to a still peace to teach me things, I may have once missed, lost in the midst, lost in the thought of time.. writing helps me free my mind, clear of all unwanted signs that blocks the melody inside this brilliants mind, you see.. when your mind says "nevermind" it means that the soul should speak first for most in conjunction with the mind about conflicts in between the lines of layers oneness.. so that inner child within and higher self can intervene may speak as one .. in unison.. the beginning and the end the writers mind always say please come again..

I have a thing for writing, it yearn from deep within, a feeling that speaks; writing is a part of you. It's like a missing part, that say put me in place. A place in my mind, to write all day. When writing I feel, when I feel, I see; every words on this blank piece of paper sitting in front of me. A few words a day will take you along way, because a start is the key to becoming successfully in this mindful world of writing.. soon to be the writer I am, the missing part of me... A finder of right words, tell me everything about the person whom living inside of me. Writing is art; of flowing words a bigger picture of unseen dreams, bringing aliveness upon awaken things... Finding the right words, the way of being, write, relax and come to life within/without right...

Words of my heart
Words of my soul
Words of my body
Words of my eyes

Speak to me
And say it twice
But differently as the sounds of  mighty no other way but twice


Heart to my heart
Soul of my soul
Body of my body
Eyes of my eyes

Speaks to me we are one of a kind
You are me and I am you,
Let's come together and see the two
You help I and I help you

And you will see there
Will be nothing, we can't do
Speak to me and I will listen,
Now let's go into this world
And complete this mission..

Words of my heart
Heart to my heart
Speak to me therefore
We are never apart
Heart to heart

Think positive thoughts and come alive
Or think negative thoughts and die inside
The choice is aways yours,
Now pick your hand and watch it arrive
Each times thoughts come to mind but have fun this time but think again and change your thoughts and it changes you through and through.. I like the positive vibes and you can too

We think and think, then we think twice
But why do we think twice I ask myself so.
We can get it right, so we second guess without
A trust oh maybe that's a must, but; must we ask? When we think and think again, the thought of the mind is at it's own hand, so we can make a conscious stand, without thinking and thinking again just trust..

Two halves
The love of a soul mate life of truth, colorful halves shared. Two bodies, But one mind, and soul within the unseen temple. An ultimate story of the untold, only a few passes this road, with more and many lifetimes paths. Happy is he, who finds this for eternal is the only thing left. Heavenly again made whole complete, life has now started for you and me unconditionally for the world to see..