Money is never a planter or a seed. It is a fruit of trees, man, and machine all TIMED together
for a purpose. A woman is a land waiting to be nourished, held, cherished, planted and embracing
the world's plantations.
Her breathing in and out is inspired and respired. A man knows how to align and to draw in and out beside her. We think they do not remember what is needed on the Earth for continuity.
They are only watchers of pleasure and materialism. Their brains are de - evolving and withdrawing from the world's duties of guardianship and championship.
We think they are addicted to money, materialism, and objects and the lusts, thereof, and they are not
improving their capabilities or senses to improve our planet.
Instead, they are destroying the planet, women, and life with this quest for things such as money,cars, material luxuries. They are deviators to the planet's very survival.
http://ancienthistory.about.com/cs/grecoromanmyth1/a/mythslegends_3.htm
Have you ever read about what ancient civilisations had to endure to align our planet and its denizens?
The song, "Saturate me," sung by Mandy Moore reminds me of a woman's quest to find a place where fertility is revered and the parching of soil and the planet is considered. In the universe and the world itself, everything aligns, the sun, the moon, the stars, the flora and the fauna.
People are the only creature that forgets to align well and to stand ground.
Do they still walk or stand? Or simply sit and crawl on fours?
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Happiest of New Years to All Readers that find this page.
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This is a song of man, woman, and child named in song.
It is not just about humans, however, but a song for all the treasures contained within this circle of ours, a garden of mankind, womankind, and child to house, to clothe, to shelter and protect.
Do you know you have a part in this venture?
Not every one's work is ever the same, but one can add to the moment of every day.
A word does not go by unnoticed.
A hair on the head isn't over - looked in time.
A sparrow cannot fall without something or someone seeing it.
No one can be omniscient about every thing, but time tells us with song.
A world is a song in time.
It is a beloved of the universe itself.
One verse is a link to the times of your land.
This song reminds me of songs from the Psalms.
Has a beloved ever written to you?
Do you respond?
Write them a song.
Elation
A girl in a swing
Elevating
Flexing
Elongating
Arching
Landing
Holding a wheel
Snugly
Rising to
The passing of the trees
The tracking of the sand
The hurtling to the sky
The return to the earth
A child is in transit
to the heavens daily
and the luxury of gravity
holding her feet in place
The sky, her canopy
The earth, her sieve
The swing her vehicle
Have you ever felt
such an embrace?
The universe at play
The universe at rest.
The universe watches girls play.
Have you ever been a child?
(Bicycles are fine, but swings are much better.
If you fall, you fall alone.)
This is a song of man, woman, and child named in song.
It is not just about humans, however, but a song for all the treasures contained within this circle of ours, a garden of mankind, womankind, and child to house, to clothe, to shelter and protect.
Do you know you have a part in this venture?
Not every one's work is ever the same, but one can add to the moment of every day.
A word does not go by unnoticed.
A hair on the head isn't over - looked in time.
A sparrow cannot fall without something or someone seeing it.
No one can be omniscient about every thing, but time tells us with song.
A world is a song in time.
It is a beloved of the universe itself.
One verse is a link to the times of your land.
This song reminds me of songs from the Psalms.
Has a beloved ever written to you?
Do you respond?
Write them a song.
Elation
A girl in a swing
Elevating
Flexing
Elongating
Arching
Landing
Holding a wheel
Snugly
Rising to
The passing of the trees
The tracking of the sand
The hurtling to the sky
The return to the earth
A child is in transit
to the heavens daily
and the luxury of gravity
holding her feet in place
The sky, her canopy
The earth, her sieve
The swing her vehicle
Have you ever felt
such an embrace?
The universe at play
The universe at rest.
The universe watches girls play.
Have you ever been a child?
(Bicycles are fine, but swings are much better.
If you fall, you fall alone.)
Romance of the Planets
A planet is a being in time and space.
A person is assigned in time to manage space and time.
A person is a child of the planet and of the very heavens.
A galaxy in and of themself - a virtual universe, covered with stars,
Clothed with the breath of life, and married to the bodies around one.
A place is a setting.
Stewardship is the assignment.
Surfeit and abundance follow one that breathes with the others around them.
If you need something, find it in your space and time.
Your personal space is your treasure trove.
Are you IN?
A person is assigned in time to manage space and time.
A person is a child of the planet and of the very heavens.
A galaxy in and of themself - a virtual universe, covered with stars,
Clothed with the breath of life, and married to the bodies around one.
A place is a setting.
Stewardship is the assignment.
Surfeit and abundance follow one that breathes with the others around them.
If you need something, find it in your space and time.
Your personal space is your treasure trove.
Are you IN?
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