Rainbow Miracles as the Savanna of Decision
awakened now with the Peace of Acceptance, the Harmony of Faith.
Truth is everywhere painted  over each thought…scrubbing the World within Free from leftover Leaves of abrasion,
once released long ago, held by the branches of a Tree called Life…..Untangled Freedom, returning Now as the Kite of Praise
Prayer Animal… YOUR WORD is Flesh…
Did You SEE that Comet Pass? It was YOUR Hope that Ignited the Sky...
no angel here...  this is the Density of Goodness made Real by the  Harmony of Being

a World made Real by the L of Your Love.
LOVE, washing the ground upon which IT walks..quickly scrubbing the floors of this temple with the Kindness of Generosity
This is a simple room.
Open as Light of Elohim,
reawakens the sleeping Tiger to the innocence of its sweet bright Stripes
Oiled fur that is the Blessings of Humanity.

Peace.

ducks need water
possums need acting classes
a horse needs to run
ligers need fans
and monkeys need macadamia nuts
I need some ray bans
dogs need love
cats need mice
like mice need hide-aways
I REALLY NEED those Frye boots
mosquitos need blood
and fire needs air
water needs a pathway
I need a new weave
feet need ground
sails need wind
Louis needs a direction
and I need their new cd

Lions, and Tigers,, and Ligers… Oh MY!

Rainbow Miracles as the Savanna of Decision
awakened now with the Peace of Acceptance, the Harmony of Faith.
Truth is everywhere painted  over each thought…scrubbing the World within Free from leftover Leaves of abrasion,
once released long ago, held by the branches of a Tree called Life…..Untangled Freedom, returning Now as the Kite of Praise
Prayer Animal… YOUR WORD is Flesh…
Did You SEE that Comet Pass? It was YOUR Hope that Ignited the Sky...
no angel here...  this is the Density of Goodness made Real by the  Harmony of Being

a World made Real by the L of Your Love.
LOVE, washing the ground upon which IT walks..quickly scrubbing the floors of this temple with the Kindness of Generosity
This is a simple room.
Open as Light of Elohim,
reawakens the sleeping Tiger to the innocence of its sweet bright Stripes
Oiled fur that is the Blessings of Humanity.

Peace.

We spent nights like these
In a room with remnants of marijuana smoke
Our breaths with the remains of bitter spirits
I say bitter, but these nights went down smooth
Yet somehow I find the fear of my throat
Never burning again hard to swallow
We left behind a legacy of half told jokes
Complete with full smirks and slight digs
The aftertaste still ligers, as I lay in a room
With no marijuana smoke
My breath contains no spirits
Yet somehow my throat burns still
Those times have yet to become nostalgia
I remind myself, as the memories we’ve made
Are only a start to the ones we’ve yet to drink
But on nights like these
There are only remnants of
Marijuana smoke and bitter spirits and you