The birth of my perception of time and ultimately life came to me when I was very young. As I sat patiently watching the plumes of clouds flourish from within the distant horizon, growing to consume the day. It conveyed to me an infallible truth, being that life rises like the sun, it is most glorious at it's peak in the sky and then slowly and silently fades away. given that there are no clouds that prevent you from seeing it. This knowledge lends it's self on many metaphorical levels, because it's all about perspective, as well as the realization that, all of us see beauty, all will see hardship. It is what we dwell on that becomes us, and the realization that we are our selves beauty incarnate.
My spiritual Epiphany was fur
ther deepened in our neighbors yard where the ripened figs plucked them selves from the vine, their downward flight lead them to their timely demise, where it all began; only for it to rise again in generations and variations of it's self.
ther deepened in our neighbors yard where the ripened figs plucked them selves from the vine, their downward flight lead them to their timely demise, where it all began; only for it to rise again in generations and variations of it's self. Nothing really ends, but rather transforms, and transfers it's energies from and for greater, and most possibly unknown worlds. This is God at work. IT does exist, IT will always exist. IT is EXISTENCE IT's self.
12: LOVE THY SELF!!!!!!
(as of yet there is no eleventh comandment...GOD has not yet shown me)
MOSES B4D09
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