The Things; they are indeed so different from this point of view;
They change their forms, their aspect and the hue;
The things are upside-downed with their Intestines strewn and smashed and reek of newly written picture to the sky does up
And up; it soars above distinctly as the morning sky in mourning of the scythéd rye; the swathéd rye; ye fellow rise and cry
Emit and fly and die and rise from maggots to the damnéd earth condemned to fly in space with the eternal dearth
This being that to bear;
So how you think
Shall I as
well
a toast
Apply to a sheet some ink?

I suspect,
that my essence
was never meant
for such love.
all along,
all alone.

and thus I remain.

Full circle I come
inside sacred life.
The good the bad Lessons
pitted against time expands heart
as Universal year concludes.

12 months in year opens door for another turn around of calendar wheel for wisdom.
12 numbers on clock vibrate to aid soul.
12 zodiac signs bring celebration of birth and death.
12 notes on scale echo to open hearts and remember
divine self.

Full circle I come
to stand tall
for new chapter of journey.

A place where home in heart echoes and
authentic self rises in moment.
Memories of past dissipate
making room to hear voices grand.

The magical universal enshrouds
with energies of love
and I am grateful.
Wind blows gracefully,
and I am grateful.
Waves of change come
and I am ready.

The old me is reborn to recall
mission to serve.
And my essence of love
is awaken to celebrate.
Celebrate of of life in these new exciting times.

The rebuilding of of every aspect of life has begun.

Happy New Year!

Golden essence shifts through my fingers, spilling on the ground, shifting over my feet.

A gentle breeze passes through, the sands become its body, emulating its spirit and casting its shadow.

The glittering glow sings to the sun a melody pleasing to the eyes.