One of the greatest conceptions given unto man. you come into world, borne through womb, yet believe you are son of man. you come into this world, borne through a womb. carried by blood, breath, water. entering time through beautiful mother gate. when, why do you begin believing you are merely the son of man. Yet womb passage, not origin. What if birth arrival, not beginning. know body says, I came through her. my spirit whispers, i am beyond mind. I coming from father. while creating the greater mystory, being I am born into the world each breath thinking. speaking, in till dreaming. comes through. you. hey, hi, its me, are you smiling. i came all this way. to love bringing joy fore play.
To mold and visualize my picture through. Looking to the sky for guiding me on my next to do. I am thinking each word I present to the day, Would wiggle, worm, and forage the way. To bring about the new frontier, Where I dwell being the great pioneer. For my Father from your Son, I am patient in obeyance dreaming one. To mold, to shape, to dream anew, My picture forming a path in view. Eyes cast high where the heavens scene, Guiding whispering stirring thy stream. Each word a seed, it moves, it grows, Wiggling forth where wisdom flows. A frontier rises, vast and clear, Where I stand tall, the great pioneer. Father above, from your chosen Son, Obeyance deep, the dreaming one. Patient hands, a faithful heart, Building creation, your divine spark.
In some shape and way, I am going to put my words to a specific form, Building me out a fantastical dream vision experience, So that when I take a step back from the scenes, I shall know how I got here and smile with bling. In the goal for digging, creating art, Searching for gold, currency mind set, Like an advertisement shall my art become to me. --- On the pallete of my mind, I craft a vision, birthing kind. Each word a stroke, each thought for you, Creating a scene where dreams come true. Step by step, I build the frame, A fantastical world, never the same. And when I pause, to see the whole, A smiling bling shining my soul. For in the art of digging deep, I find the treasures my thoughts keep. Gold and currency, a mindset clear, An ad for life, to hold dear. My art being a beacon bright, ...
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