My Sunrise Children Love Her Baby White Clouds

The sky was clear blue with some chalky streaks. The air was cool and light. Orb of Sun was brighter than it’s been for days. The lushness of green pervaded. The shimmering tree swayed more than most. It rustled with obvious noise. From a yard came the voice of a child  Her singing filled the air. Bird song reverberated from every direction. Sound unfolded around me as if it were music composed by an improvising symphony. Her mountain of love was brightly lit with contrasting shadows. There was no point of light. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

3 crows cawed as they dived through the trees. A little fly buzzed around my head. 2 pigeons landed on the gravel looking for something tio eat. The little light appeared on her mountain of love at 10:58. It flickered and pulsed more brightly than usual. It became positively strong. There were 2 points of light sometimes or perhaps it was a hidden part of the whole. Even with binoculars, I couldn’t see what it was behind the tall trees. The warm yellow light disappeared faded out. 5 crows flapped around in the sky like crazy marionettes. 3 lithe dark birds with boomerang wings made trickling sounds as they play-chased. My sunrise loves her white clouds. Yellow light and I love her.  I’m in love with Anna in this. 

Last night Criss Angel entertained disadvantaged and handicapped children. A wheelchair-bound child asked how he dealt with pain. He said that he focuses to feel the pain until he is numb to it.   I have done the same thing in my own way –bringing my awareness to the pain process, to feel the sensation of it as precisely and as accurately as I can. I have found by clearly observing the shape of the pain that the raw edge to it goes away.  As you integrate the pain into the whole that your are. It resurrects with the healing you’ve given it with non-judgemental caring attention. You can look at many things of mind body and soul that way. It’s an unequivocal willingness to learn and be positively free to explore the deeper parts of yourself. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My sunrise loves her white cloud dreams. My baby adoration loves her healthy newborn. My lover’s lovemaking loves her kissing sexual climax. My caring hug loves her touching. My great handsomeness loves her clear true beauty. My celebrating children loves her cheerful happiness. My unequivocal affirming loves her unquestionable attractiveness. My good morning classical music loves her sun song. My flower gathering loves her roses bouquet. My white temples love her saint’s heaven. My genuine healing loves her miracle joy. My trustworthy morality loves her ethical reward. My real completion loves her new destiny. My avowing willingness loves her positive agreed. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box. “The liberal soul shal be made fat: and he that watereth shall be watered also himself.” Proverbs 11:25. I love Anna Dirksen.

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