Oct 2015
As a days long setting rest raises full at mid day.
Crosses of cross sections lay so effortlessly bare and without nakedness.
The trust of introspection and outward expression in the electric calm.
We begin to see the ease of the whole as one, few as it began,
to grow, to many, many more and so it has now its motion of true flow.
We, the fallen and found, the trusted frail and broken souls.
We my dear friends are the bested and tested, the wondrously curious and strengthened.
As the reed is week and the stalk does bend and break, so are we in this endeavor a bunched thatch as a fist full of stalks, flexible and strong, to bend and bow, as the arrow of truth and love is thus flung into the nights eyes.
Our intent now full of the ease and unblemished heart, we effortlessly await the wake of waves to crash as they bash the rigid stones that were cast against our tides of past pained and strained.
For the we i speak is far more than itts outset had counted, measured and touted, For the we I speak is now the multitudes of bashed and bruised, the Truest of loves and wanting of love in the Alma of our cores.
And in this I find, the simplest of things the hope all of our mothers ever had for us to be those simple people, beautiful and grand in our truest of intended designs.
Beautiful to the core with the world soon to explorer and kindness the virtue that shall never be ignored.
As the Wake of waves to begin to break, many strife may come to rest at our shores, yet for us, all , whom have stood along this edge, these pains that might come will not be ours to own, No, these will be the death throws of all the swine that have bitterly wallowed and twisted our lives and did all they could to destroy our hearts wedded beds.
The gentleness of the multitudes on this day, grace a glimpse of the Deerhearted friends I do speak, for my dear beloved people, of the purest and loving waters your souls do drink.
and in mine heart you will always have a home, here on the loveing and honorable golden shores of the very core of me, the you in me and the in between everything.
Say Love, ,, Alma...
(P.S. Thank you Detroit for the saying "Say Love" you know who you are.)
Jill Scott "A Long Walk"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSYMKUtNuw8&list;=PL1X51wyhBF7-q3cJh8zRJm5aMyI5WK0be&index;=1
Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd -
h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMmTkKz60W8
Crosses of cross sections lay so effortlessly bare and without nakedness.
The trust of introspection and outward expression in the electric calm.
We begin to see the ease of the whole as one, few as it began,
to grow, to many, many more and so it has now its motion of true flow.
We, the fallen and found, the trusted frail and broken souls.
We my dear friends are the bested and tested, the wondrously curious and strengthened.
As the reed is week and the stalk does bend and break, so are we in this endeavor a bunched thatch as a fist full of stalks, flexible and strong, to bend and bow, as the arrow of truth and love is thus flung into the nights eyes.
Our intent now full of the ease and unblemished heart, we effortlessly await the wake of waves to crash as they bash the rigid stones that were cast against our tides of past pained and strained.
For the we i speak is far more than itts outset had counted, measured and touted, For the we I speak is now the multitudes of bashed and bruised, the Truest of loves and wanting of love in the Alma of our cores.
And in this I find, the simplest of things the hope all of our mothers ever had for us to be those simple people, beautiful and grand in our truest of intended designs.
Beautiful to the core with the world soon to explorer and kindness the virtue that shall never be ignored.
As the Wake of waves to begin to break, many strife may come to rest at our shores, yet for us, all , whom have stood along this edge, these pains that might come will not be ours to own, No, these will be the death throws of all the swine that have bitterly wallowed and twisted our lives and did all they could to destroy our hearts wedded beds.
The gentleness of the multitudes on this day, grace a glimpse of the Deerhearted friends I do speak, for my dear beloved people, of the purest and loving waters your souls do drink.
and in mine heart you will always have a home, here on the loveing and honorable golden shores of the very core of me, the you in me and the in between everything.
Say Love, ,, Alma...
(P.S. Thank you Detroit for the saying "Say Love" you know who you are.)
Jill Scott "A Long Walk"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSYMKUtNuw8&list;=PL1X51wyhBF7-q3cJh8zRJm5aMyI5WK0be&index;=1
Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd -
h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMmTkKz60W8
Just a thought as I woke this late in the day, and seeing all the expressions here so gentle and effortlessly electric calm. as it should be at this very moment, amazing how you all do that. truly, I am grateful, I forever learn from you and lean on you as I do Our True Soul One, Our Creator. Thank You.
