As you get to be older and wiser you see with a new pair of glasses. I discovered if you take them off all is fuzzy and out of sinc. I then picked up another pair of glasses which has another view wondering where the old ones has gone. Today i let my vision get real fuzzy and had to focus with the blur factor and this after 16 hours of sleep and contemplation I've discovered i no longer need this pair as i once again lay them down, Someone speaks to me i reach over to grab my glasses and find i now have the originals once again to run out the door and never lay them down again. Much of the visions with another' s pair can disorientate you so bad you forgot where you were at.... The eye doctors, the Physicians office or just a bright window in time to see others visions with your pair of eyes. I feel better now that things are back to my understanding of my life and sleep caught up i will further my writings in the next few days as i haven't been into the computer lately sorry about letting you all drift but one has to do other things once in a while. for their better state of mind. Have a blessed day!

Four shadows upon the ground..
They move in sinc without a sound..

Knowing their fate rests on strained souls..
Finding their way; broken til whole..

The sun casts its power to show the unseen..
A world within worlds; not what it may seem..

Oh fate don't be fickle, be on the side..
Of four shadows cast down from sun-shining skies..

I had never known
such a thing were possible
as I lay upon My bed
as strange and exotic things
swam through My head
as a love such as this
Oh, how I love You
My soul quakes within Me
Oh, how I am bound to you
Oh, My soul longs for You
with a deep aching longing
how My very mouth is at a loss  for words
to tell of My deep longing and love for  You
You inspire Me. A supernova of love for You
greater than the light of a million suns
Oh,  how lovely are Your flowing locks of raven hair
Your voice is as soft as the summer rain
Oh, fairest of ten thousand
You  are lovely beyond words
more than My imagination
in its wildest dreams has ever dreamed
in the heights of fancy
or in ***** intoxicated ramblings
Oh, I would tear  My self asunder
fiber by fiber
if for you I had to gain
my body and soul
is wracked by fever
an at once sweet and fervent burning fever
My heart feels its space to You as no space
My heart occupies the same space as Yours
Oh, My blood is Your blood
My heart beating in sinc
beat for beat with Yours
a chained slave to Your heart
Oh, I would die without You
My source of life cut off
as the rose dies
when the rain is no more
when clouds of heaven
shut there doors
without You
no laughter
and without You no beauty
in this world
only a sad farewell

Sorry boys
But my heart
Belongs to another
Who I met thousand years ago
At a much simpler time
A Tibetan Lama
We fell in love
And our souls
In sinc
Karmic trying
To fine eachother.

One day while I was listening to Bob Dylan
I had what they call an epiphany
You know, when your intuition and your consciousness
Are in sinc - some call it synchronicity
One day my love and I were sitting on the sofa
Partaking in some mushroom tea, just to see what we could see
Then my love said honey, you have to keep sowing those seeds you're sowing
Carry on with the way the wind is blowing
But your epitaph just has to read
Down Through The Years The Lord Has Been Good To Me