beautiful white blossom tree
falls down on me
steadily
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
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personal spiritual poetry
Embrace the Mystery
with their sound
The world you see has nothing to do with reality. It is of your own making, and it does not exist.
...inducing the mind to give up its miscreations is the only application of creative ability that is truly meaningful.
Only your misperceptions stand in your way.
...truth can break through the barriers the ego has set up and can shine into your mind.
ACIM
In the poetic world the word paints us the internal vision of the seer and by this means gives us a gateway with which to enter the ancestral memory where we find a timeless world of magic.
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2 comments:
I have a beautiful picture in my head. "Steadily." Is that a good thing? or at least not a bad thing? I am still considering the color.
Another tree... a beautiful white blossom tree. falling down on you. steadily. Sounds hot. Still working on that color... I know some with white blossoms, but I've been mistaken before. ;-)
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