Hey

It s a beautiful day

And come what may

We re on our way

To where we will lay

And God can say

With some beaming ray

Yay

Good Morning All
I can hear Your call
I experience a great fall
That You sometimes stall
To create one more hall
And give me another ball

Now she has gone away.

She just wasnt able to stay.

We think of her then and now

And in eternal love we bow.

(Are we only here on loan,

Although we cry and moan?

Dont we want to go back,

Forgotting what we lack?

We are wise now, I think.

To recreate all in a blink.)

My new monk shoes are hand me downs
And were traded for some few crowns,
Considering they are of solid make
And will do whichever direction I take.

Could anyone walk in similar shoes?
Not until we have further crucial news.
I go waiting for the coming of words
That fly around like magical birds.

So many waitings have gone before –
Can we wait keener towards the core?
The strange abnormalities that breed
And change our course is what we need.

I want to walk towards and around
And wait for the awesome sound.
Though I keep losing track all the time,
I know I have no reason to whine.

This wavering is what makes all real,
The optimal paths are just for feel.
Sometimes I waver too much;
My heart helps me with such.

Something else is intertwining
And shows me a kind of lining.
It seems to be pure crazy stuff
Of which I cannot get too much.
This lining offers me super powers
Accompanied by quite lonely towers.

So what good is it?
Who will find the fit?

Miraculous Holy
[Panagia Acheiropoiitos]

Love is spilling over
It feels like Crimson And Clover
It reads like STOP AND GO
I am doing so

I am a rover
Not reaching nowhere
I go with might
With no goal in sight

So how are you

Do you have a clue

Can you tell me anything

Or maybe just sing

This ermine came in one year
and showed no trace of fear.
Seeming to beg me please,
I served egg yolk and cheese.

Psychoses of a distinguished order
thriving on an elevated mental border
and giving almost intolerable sensations
of both anguish and wonderful elations.

My mind seems reined more loosely
and though my hands sweat profusely
since I’m really feeling scared as hell,
I’m also soaring in a fearless spell.

“Apples barely grazed by slender silver swords”
may be the kind her well-being ultimately affords.
Although at first they can be judged as spoilt and bad
these apples might be the very best that can be had.

Citation from Federico García Lorca's poem
"Cry to Rome (from the Tower of the Chrysler Building)"

There are clothes that I esteem
for bringing me closer to the dream
of finding the right mixtures
for creating astounding pictures
with meanings far from clear
but saying things I can almost hear.

Sometimes I so enjoy travelling
with my surroundings fast unravelling.
These journeys can feel hypnotic
and make my mind less chaotic.
I like immensely to be able to roam
but mostly I prefer to stay at home.

This cat of an amazing grace
approaches life at a very varied pace.
She mostly rests in a favourite place
but sometimes starts a frantic race.

It’s difficult to interpret her gaze
and she seems to have a poker face
but of true deception there’s no trace.

She inhabits an extremely different space
and I’m glad she’s here in any case.

This rough compass with a fireplace
is in my mind to make some space.
A fire that mostly burns in my sleep
in an obscure place that lies very deep.

I feel surrounded by an enormous heap
that without these flames becomes too steep
to master even with an Olympic leap.

Igniting tough debris that hinders
is helped by old persisting cinders.
Ashes and non flammables always remain;
all worth keeping I seem able to retain.

For a time there opens a way to go on
that I can rely at least a while upon.

Smoke from my mouth.

Interiors of some old churches, when I’m there alone,
have such fine details and colors of an exquisite tone,
that seem to contribute to my exceptional feeling
of an awe that has little to do with kneeling.

It might have something to do with the ceiling
though I never find a complete revealing
of why these churches are so appealing.

It’s not the same when I’m not alone inside;
I can’t put my awareness of the others aside.
So many varied feelings a church can provide,
like the unique religion of one who sits beside.
Faith based on all those countless who have tried
to hand down essences of revelations worldwide
and shifts in what’s considered best to hide,
many distortions and difficulties to decide
about what’s left to confide.

These constant changes will always reside
but some churches remain to give me pride.

Then I go outside.