Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Saturday, July 8, 2023
A new Day
And yesterday it was my birthday. A have now reached the ago of 72. I am enjoying this getting older I have to confess. I have no fear for it and the spirit is good. And spirit is almost my 'god these days I have to confess. Without spirit I think that I would feel rather empty. Spirit is the soul of who I am.
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A new Day
And yesterday it was my birthday. A have now reached the ago of 72. I am enjoying this getting older I have to confess. I have no fear for i...
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The nighttime questioning spirit, you seek God, you reckon he should be here at this time. The moon has escaped to its world of love and lu...
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Empty so called poetry, rejoicing in its nothingness, turning from question. Fanciful expressions, sometimes, but not every single time,tol...