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"sequoya" poems
Silver Bullet Synchronicities, Literally, Layer into my Space a Perfect Union of Oblivion The Ying, to The Yang, Baby.... Micro to Macro, Anomalous Events Don't quite Strike Me as anything Other than Normality in and of Different Scale A For Instance To my Eyes, the Sequoya Tree Appears to Tower, the Highest of the High While our beloved Earth Teachers....The Ant....Grounded above and below the Mother Clay, Will Look at Me as a Colossal Mammalian largely Trembling the World with Weight Infinite To the Point Perspective is simply a specific view, an angled ray of Light, Thus Strikes the Object in it's Own Precise Uniqueness Note of Importance If only One ray strikes angled Light, One angle of Light just won't Suffice....Every Perspective must be Offering of It's Own Accord, thus Strikes the Creation True.... Wholeness is Truth Truth is Coherence Coherence is Smooth and Steady Do I know if I'll be Ready?....Not Really This I Do Know All Matter is full of Wholes of Space, NOT EMPTY, but Full of Life, Feeding the Flow into Motion, Flowing the Motion of Inert Mass, Spinning the Soul to Life, Spinning into Infinite Bliss LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL MOVEMENT Some will make Life into Art with Dance To Live Life at the Threshold, DANCE Your DREAMS into LIFE Everyday and Every Night....DANCE                                                   DANCE                                                   DANCE                 Bless You.....Bless Me...Bless Us All
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
NuurSeraph
Science of Spirituality
Silver Bullet Synchronicities, Literally, Layer into my Space a Perfect Union of Oblivion The Ying, to The Yang, Baby.... Micro to Macro, Anomalous Events Don't quite Strike Me as anything Other than Normality in and of Different Scale A For Instance To my Eyes, the Sequoya Tree Appears to Tower, the Highest of the High While our beloved Earth Teachers....The Ant....Grounded above and below the Mother Clay, Will Look at Me as a Colossal Mammalian largely Trembling the World with Weight Infinite To the Point Perspective is simply a specific view, an angled ray of Light, Thus Strikes the Object in it's Own Precise Uniqueness Note of Importance If only One ray strikes angled Light, One angle of Light just won't Suffice....Every Perspective must be Offering of It's Own Accord, thus Strikes the Creation True.... Wholeness is Truth Truth is Coherence Coherence is Smooth and Steady Do I know if I'll be Ready?....Not Really This I Do Know All Matter is full of Wholes of Space, NOT EMPTY, but Full of Life, Feeding the Flow into Motion, Flowing the Motion of Inert Mass, Spinning the Soul to Life, Spinning into Infinite Bliss LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL MOVEMENT Some will make Life into Art with Dance To Live Life at the Threshold, DANCE Your DREAMS into LIFE Everyday and Every Night....DANCE                                                   DANCE                                                   DANCE                 Bless You.....Bless Me...Bless Us All
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A Sequoya tree can live a thousand years, some turtles live to be 200 hundred. A mountain sits for a million years and makes no effort to measure time. In the life of mortal souls we are but a glimmer of light. Yet we live as if we will not ever finish all of our work, before the sun sets on our lives. What is important, what is really of worth. How can we understand what we should wait for and what should be done now. We are human and impatient creatures with no concept of the meaning of tomorrow. For what seems important to us can fade as the glimmer of light that we are in the existence of the greater scheme of things. All we as mortal souls can hope for is to make each day our own. We must take little steps towards learning to wait for some of the most exquisite things that our lives have to give. So be patient, the best is yet to come.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
james-m-vines89
Be Patient
A Sequoya tree can live a thousand years, some turtles live to be 200 hundred. A mountain sits for a million years and makes no effort to measure time. In the life of mortal souls we are but a glimmer of light. Yet we live as if we will not ever finish all of our work, before the sun sets on our lives. What is important, what is really of worth. How can we understand what we should wait for and what should be done now. We are human and impatient creatures with no concept of the meaning of tomorrow. For what seems important to us can fade as the glimmer of light that we are in the existence of the greater scheme of things. All we as mortal souls can hope for is to make each day our own. We must take little steps towards learning to wait for some of the most exquisite things that our lives have to give. So be patient, the best is yet to come.
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