The most famous person ever met?
Easy as looking into a mirror.
You see…
When you look into a mirror you see God looking back at you; He, She, all around in absolutely everything.
The Body of God is everywhere consisting of everything.
A computer is a part though the intelligence is apart from the reality.
Smile or frown. Scream or meditate. Cry or laugh. Be.
And when you sleep and dream you can really be with God, even play poker and listen to stories, just like me.
62 steps and what do you have?
Another day older and deeper in debt
…
It could be worse though
…
I could be a chicken crossing the road.
Some have pet peeves. Sad really when life gets a hold of your leg. Chewing and grinding away your peace and sanity.
When a world barks in an angry snarl while overhead flies hate, it seems like everything is shitting on your head.
Watch how humans behave in wolf packs called society. “Do this,” or “Roll over,” or “Behave!”
I laugh now as there is no other choice. Having five Pembroke Welsh corgi’s takes the pains of being a part of the animal herd away.
You see, my corgi’s are not pets, not like humans anyway. A corgi is family and bring joy and comfort while humans growl and snarl, almost as if they have rabies.
To me the dogs are what make me want to scratch at the door to life, run outside, and play.
So there it is. Beyond words or pictures.
An understanding of some sort, or other, or, or, or,
see…
(not allowed to insert what is impossible to draw)
Yes indeed
Decided to laugh today, at the folly of man.
They do have some positive notes, and some can really cook well
playing in their sandbox and deciding to thoughts
with those fairies with squinting eyes playing tricks on mind.
What is there to listen to?
A podcast? No. Never ever as the words are silent behind the voices mind.
A baby cry? Yes. Yes indeed as those are the words of a child in need.
A laugh from a friend? Yes. Of course. Their words make one smile.
So much to listen to. Birds. Thunder. Even cars in traffic.
Though, what i really love to listen to is the beating of a worlds heart.
To learn of a world created and nurtured by so many long dead
To learn of a world held to beliefs by those who teach in this world
To learn of debate and contrary thinking while the body comes to accept the biological clock
It makes me smile to know as i always have, that the schools and teachings of this world,
are far different than mine.
Not to muddy a mind with missives or the mundane.
Especially not to bore the sentient brains of an overstuffed society binging on the next, “what’s next?”
In an easy to understand answer to a question of what age year or time I would like to relive?
Ha!
Not one except to look forward to the day of the last this body will finally fucking die.
When the spider spies the eye of the storm
There where curtains pillary the loose thread
A web walks.
The most fantastic day in ‘history’ is the day humanity decided to truly love God.
That day happened
Just not yet.
Of warmth beyond mortal reason
There among the stars of future travel
Twin’s mix plans of illumination
Waiting now for darkness.
Robin Lipinski 