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 Jan 2021 Major Rity
Traveler
I can feel the rain
In the thirst of my prayer
The mud on my feet
Dark clouds everywhere

Now storms are forming
In the desert of drought
The crops are growing
My prayer has no doubt
.........................
Traveling 🧳 Tim

An indigenous shaman
Taught me
How he prayed for rain
And it rained....





Inspired by Gregg Barden
A famous scientist
 Jan 2021 Major Rity
jordan
shine on
 Jan 2021 Major Rity
jordan
unrequited light flows from lonely stars
as they reach into the dark unknown
not seeing their own beautiful auras
not knowing the lives touched
by the warmth of their one-sided glow
 Jan 2021 Major Rity
jordan
a land rising from the heart of the earth
imposing itself upon crystalline skies
a history written in the creator's hand
of generations sealed by nature’s guise
I am a sailor...
I have an old boat...
With just a sail and a paddle...
No compass, and no radio...
So I can only sail on clear nights...
Guided by the moon and the stars...
With only the wind as my company...
It is a majestic view...
Far from the city lights...
The moon and the stars play a show of light just for me...
And for any other sailor out there...
I want to reach Port Hope...
That's all I have left in life...
Hope...
So maybe the sea and my life are one and the same...
And it does not matter really...
For either sea or land...
My life is guided by the light of the stars...
So my dear reader...
Farewell I say...
For Port Hope I want to find...
I will let you in on a little secret...
You can find Port Hope in all the corners of the world...
No matter where the stars of life take you...
There is always hope...
 Jan 2021 Major Rity
jordan
i promise you this
that i will do my best
to see you as you are
right here, right now

your past does not define you
you are a shining being
and you deserve my love
no matter who
you think
you are

Sunsets are dreamy
Sunsets are rosy
Mellow, a touch of gold

Sunsets remind me of the beaches
A place and time, I long to revisit
Where memories, ebb and flow

Sunsets remind me of childhood days
Long and short, the shadows played
As the sun rolled along
Those who do not die are known to live beyond the veil
disheveled in the light like a Polaris star
that lusters in the sky with gaseous shine;
Although some stars are known to die very fast  and very young,
there are others that remain as constant as the Northern star;
My dream is to arrive one day inside my Father's House
a methuselah star of old light years away from birth;  
Oh how I wish to be the signage of His requiem,  
the agent of His blaze, the one that makes things visible.
A gleaming star bequeathing light to all who perish in the night

For those of them who live beyond the veil and never die
like the Archangels "12",  I do in askance ask,  
how long must I live in this heathen town. without His Godly gown.
Road closed
Store closed
Door closed
Heart closed
Come back for
Opening day
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