Traveling to the center of this land that I know.
To a magical place in the middle, where sun and moon will show.

I hadn’t thought much about that little, care bear on the dash.
Just feeling like it’s in the way, and going to make us crash.

But deep inside I knew that I was right where I should be.
Experiencing this colossal event, with my friends numbering three.

viewing this crossing of never before, was therefore something new.
guided by strangers moments before in a parking lot out of the blue.

We followed them and they showed us a spot, to watch the moon make its pass. Oddly enough an identical bear was just laying right there in the grass.

A braided ribbon way up high, twisting black and twisting white.
Circling around this vast darkness in the sky, making it feel so bright.

Spirals of shapes around the sun, moving inwards and moving out.
Creates the reality in which we live, to this I have no doubt.

Egypt gave us many things but was not the first kingdom to grow.
This civilization popped up quick, built atop all we should know.

Understanding There is a price of admission, for all that I now see.
It’s the knowing that whatever happens, the “I am”, is really just me.

Remember that ice cream, that gave you such delight.
All layered there together, in brown, pink and white

The smells in your life that these memories attach.
When you encounter one, you’ll know that it’s a match.

Always do what you love, isn’t that what they say.
Telling you, by doing this, never  will you work, in a day.

Doing everything with love, it’s with this you will create.
A deep respect for everything, thus learning of your fate.

If only seeing yourself as, the this that I can.
Try quieting your mind, to become the I in I am.

There is a flavor and aroma that sends me far away.
To a time long ago, that’s hidden inside today.

To travel this distance, the one deep in me.
My magic elixir is Called Russian tea.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Tomorrow is another day, you and I are on our way.
I’ll be there for you, and you’ll be there for me.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

I love this little girl of mine, she makes every day so fine.
She’s my shining star, no matter where we are.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Now that we have brushed our teeth, there’ll be nothing more to eat.
Now it’s time for bed, goodnight sleepyhead.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Of all of the grains that we’ve opted to eat.
Most popular of these, is the one we call wheat.

The harvest of wheat now involves something new.
I’ll lay it all out so that we can review

When harvesting wheat it’s important to know.
You’ll increase your profit if the moisture is low.

To do this you dry it by spraying to ****.  So the poisons attached will go right to the mill

If that doesn’t scare you and fill you with dread.
This wheat is then used in the food we call bread.

As cancer rates grow and more people get sick.
Take a look at your diet and quit believing their shtick.

Since poisoning our food has become the new norm. I’ve made it my duty to share, and inform.

Releasing all your judgments, it’s like mopping up the floor.
You think you have it all cleaned up, but then, you notice more.

The edges and the corners, hunker down to clean.
Shine your light way down in there, to find what’s gone unseen.

Residue, flecks and dirt, from many years before.
Thriving there unnoticed, right atop the kitchen floor.

All these tiny judgements, that your ego makes for you.
Must be looked at mindfully, releasing what’s untrue.

These daily, small conclusions, that you promptly tuck away.
Building up inside you like, spiritual decay.  

Equanimity in consciousness, it’s this you will attain.
Thoughtfulness in all you do, the swamp will start to drain.

So meeting someone out there, that is living on the fringe.
Look deeply and say hi to them, removing all your cringe.

They are you and you are me, it’s this that you will see.
Spreading like a wild fire, as you remember you’re the key.

There’s something about this early group, the ones that started first.
Denying the old to except the new, can never be rehearsed.

They’re scattered sparsely all around, nothing left to chance.
Often seen with underwear, on the outside of their pants.

Switching to the positive age, it’s light that we become.
so working on forgiving yourself, might not be so dumb.

The light that will configure you, soon about to start.
This will help you understand, when thinking with your heart.

With senses traveling higher than, you ever would have thought.
The world we knew will drip away, as old begins to rot.

As our world now awakens, to this glorious new day.
Chances are we’ll meet again, upon the middle way.

I can still climb into the moment,  when I knew what I had found.
Being lifted up so high, that I could barely see the ground.

We think ourselves into the good times, so many when we were new.
Spreading them all around us, our custom relationship glue.

As time passed our love crashed, and we began to drift apart.
Since I couldn’t stop what I felt for you, so I went about breaking my heart.

The in and out, the back and forth, it took me down so deep.
But every time as if on cue, love would make me leap.

Back to you got harder and colder, with every time I fell.
In spite of that, the love I felt, kept me under your spell.

Removing myself from everything, the love I shared with you.
Taught me all about myself, and things I needed to do.

Our time together gave me tools, that I never had before.
No longer fearing anyone, passing through my door.

Love from a distance is a peculiar thing, it’s not like closeup love.
One learns to just send it out, and trust in god above.