James.:.Bilione

  my goal for this day is me to be bold in all my say for in doing and being this way I till seed into sowing my land knowing this thought, sent from one vine brought out will mine believing achieving matters molecules atoms all great kind.  My goal for this day is to stand bold inside all I say, to let each word rise with its own spine flaming its own flame, loving its own knowing For in acting play being this way, I place my hands into the soil touching thought, tilling seed into sowing my land, visioning turning inner into fields who recognize my name yet love my game.  One thought, sent from one head go travel farther than wind entering matter touching molecules awakening atoms to gather around  So I speak what I believe until belief gains weight I picture what I seek until the picture begins breathing I move in one already winning, knowing achievement first arrives in unseen rhythms waving within, I. hear the world listens sea my s...

  who do you see when you look at me, what do you think, when I come to mind, where do you go, when you are relaxing being free, all these ideas in come, consider, wonder why, is me, looking up to the sky,  sowing above into inner I for every heaven I seek outwardly, first appears within. where ideas arrive like birds returning home. here in these thoughts come wandering by, wondering why. thinking where do you go, when you are relaxing, being free, there my sky answers from inside.  I look up, listen in, letting wonder begin. for I seeing the showing,  my win

  to encompass my vision into thought embodying kind until right feelings are ideal attractings becoming into being. for hear I meditate molding clay all matter mine embracing my thinking by knowing dreaming  is believing perfect view is me loving you.   into encompassing my vision into thought, I gather horizon into heart, holding the picture long enough for feeling to recognize its start. I embodying kind, patiently shaping the inner weather until the right feelings arrive not forcing yet welcoming attracting their own reflection. Becoming into being. Here I meditate, hands of mind upon, clay of possibility, molding matter before matter knows its name. I embrace my thinking, for I know that dreaming is belief in motion, a bridge stretching from vision to experience. Perfect view is instant. It is this moment when what I love within meets what I love without. And here, between breath and imagination, I find full feeling the shape of it...

  once upon my mind a lone wolf now sitting in thought,  brought and idea interesting to me to being the greatest thought thinking I am into knowing believing beyond dreaming, stating the capitalists are the brains of civilization, being cause they supply the entire fabric, of which, all education, enlightenment, and human progression consists. 

  Opening Sketch draw another... hold the angle... see the frame… Dominate the game… Rebuilding every idea through Word strengthening every beam inside the frame every thought checked for balance every vision given my great name Measure align adjust refine measure align adjust refine Upon this fulcire God inspires fire thought crystallizing higher and higher light becoming matter matter becoming place vision becoming structure inside of space fulcire watch me build thought into structure through focused will fulcire lifting me high mile after mile across the sky What form shall I be I ask the frame what shape can carry my highest name strong in vision strong in mind alive in imagination ahead of its time Ideas surround me lifting my sight higher perspective clearer light mile high smiling air in my lungs future arriving already begun Every fruit once started as seed every harvest once started as need every structure once started unseen living first inside my dream Beam to beam thou...

eyes create attracting a beautiful image picturing you, winning, the prize beyond your imagining great sky, for thy being thinking present loving I. for only my father and mother in heaven know my good love thinking building,  emulating illuminating   the simulation be one wit, of, in, my many mansions Eyes create attracting a beautiful image, picturing you as the prize beyond your widest imagining, a sky too vast for old limits. Winning becomes natural there, not hunted, yet drawn through presence through the walk I think, the way I love, in this way I stand in now. Only my Father and Mother in heaven fully know the architecture of my thinking Good Love mind the hidden blueprints, the chambers under light, the dreams already forming beyond walls. I build by emulating illumination, mirroring radiance into the simulation, becoming one wit with my many gracious mansions a consciousness stretching across rooms into possibility, One room glows joy, one grows mastery, one ...

  for all the ideas that come into thought thinking freely choosing ideally could i get a chance with you for being who I am in time and life. for the thought to be,  I ask for greatness to exceed in all me yet bring forth the right atoms molecules to love and be.  for me to be the very best I,  will be.   For this ideas entering thought arriving coming into me free, bright, light. I breathe strengthening, asking the living air could I have a chance with you yes in romance, yes in timing, yes in story, in the meeting between who I am and who I am becoming. I ask accepting for greatness to exceed through all of me through mind, through breath, through every unseen chamber where possibility awake. Bring forth the right atoms, the right molecules, the right chemistry of spirit and form to love being loving fully. Arrange the rhythm of my becoming so my best self rises naturally yet true, art baby blue For in thought to be is already in...

  in my house of music I prepare my songs to sing to lift up hooking a smile in minds,  for in this doing, I me growing into being the great bright sun for in this light to be the see I shine In my house of music I hang melodies from ceiling beams like glowing lantern fruit, hear me preparing songs to sing themselves alive inside the mouths know strangers. Hooks curve through air catching fish hook smiles, gold looks from deep oceans of mind. In tune my drums heartbeat weather, stretching vowels like silk across moonlit speakers, dancing basslines jump up tingling along thy spine until boom beats bopping breathing together. In this doing I grow. Not upward only, yet outward, solar. I become the great bright Sun, vinyl fire spinning through nervous systems, light tasting its own reflection in the eyes of the crowd. For in my mind I finally am to be is the sea of sound self, rolling wave over wave through the dark singing bold into light.

  what are my present scenes from five dreams bringing the invisible into unseen.  female characters, for calling knowing believing enjoying hear,  answering telepathically. for my beautiful bride who I have circled in planting seed,  giving rose.  feeling great about choosing ideal mate.  father mother allow give till my narration in thee,  to be,  one where we full feel a quantum 100x jump leap. foreword ideas for me to grow up trees, bees, blades grass. for in my sowing I will be one with all knowing.    sow What are my present scenes drawn from five dreams bringing the invisible into my beautiful  eyes. Scene One — The Rose at the Crossing A quiet city bridge glowing after rain. She stands beneath a gold streetlamp holding the rose you once imagined giving. kNow rush. kNow chase. Only recognition. Two minds meeting before words arrive, smiling as if continuing a conversation already begun somewhere beyond sight. Sc...