:) wrote this before I clocked out on the night.... As I float through the veins of September and the colors paint futures that seem here I roll in the blanket of all that is present, unseen, unreachable, but here. I roll throughout the future of surroundings but I’m surrounded by things that don’t cheer The glimpse I have of the projection of the present seems real but it’s lack of reality seems clear The wings that feel they lift me to new heights that feeling is clear I close on the edge of the petal the universe....................... such flower is dear I remember what is was once forgotten I remember layer is all game I remember I was once only energy I remember I once needed no name I connect with what isn’t and realizing isn’t is what allows to know what is I swim through the fluid of spirit I return to the unjadedness of a kid I know what I’ve been given I know what i’ve took ...to know this You have to learn the language BEFORE you read the book The Future is stored in the youth Indigo by color we name Not by choice or perceived requirement for fame or less to blame They are flowers that sprout all amongst us Their trails are aware of the chain They don’t know yet what they’ll realize ...................that we are simply all the same ...that we are simply all the same It is these flowers of the young we are here to nurture it is their raising that should know your claim to fame It is the knowing that they are encoded with the elements of release and universal change I shy not from the present but I realize the fadedness of the past I return to first moment where present becomes passed past I appreciate the colors of now I know that all of them won’t last because it is the challenge of human that makes the species think they must move so fast Think full empty That is the projection Chase full when full should be your rejection Love life and live life that is all say I now for at the end of this trip if you are honest if you are humble if you know you are a decedent of God ....it is only then that you will rise up tall to only fall again give thanks and in the tallest moment .....bow These visions they project so clear sideways reflections that tell me answers so dear the answers to questions so tender that require first fear to be replaced by shed tear We know what is but all the answers are not clear I hate to bear perceived bad news but the final chapters in this edition are here The point is in the puddle and the puddle is not seared the vapors of once puddle rise vapors welcome energy always near I could go on and list stories once here but stories are just descriptions of past nows that brought nears because the reality is the future will soon never come because the reality is simply that now is all that is here and all that is real is now to never come There is prophecy. ....and prophecy misunderstood comes clear. for where the past meets future with now simple prophecy is all that you hear ......amazing weekend says I...!! thanksgiving is my final salutation to nights sky. ~Bryan Christian
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 19:49:54 +0000
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