wisdom in solitude

 

my whole ideal is natural,

like its hard for me not to always win, dominate. 

like I am manufacturing tricks out like on a conveyor belt.

cause it comes sowing way to easy for thee. 

me got something great going on thats pretty good, love. 

that for sure, cause it, works playing, paying. 

for thy learning so fast, whatever it is I do, 

it looks like I was am meant to be mastering any all ways, 

for enjoying light fire spark flare firing being aware. 

calming is the wind of the sea surround me, 

to believe is to conceive these word you present breathe,

reed. 

knowingly feelingly, My whole ideal is naturally

grounding, smooth, sounding

coolfittings emittings God force.

Flying feelings like star,

like gravity forgiving my name.

like I am manufacturing motion

tricks rolling ready steady

like on a conveyor growing trees,

each one arriving perfect,

right on time.

sow Easy comes choosing me,

like something already known

finding its way through in two my hands.

i have got a rhythm on

this good thing,

tis real thing,

this love in motion.

It works

because I play it,

embrace it.

I learn fast

whatever I touch

feelings like it was always mine,

like I was meant

to move come lead this way.

Flare fires,

sparks awareness sharpens,

presence ready steady.

Calming,

 my wind, in the sea of me,

rolling, breathing,

holding believing.

is to conceiving

these words,

till breath,

tis being

I reed, myself.

growing knowing wisdom

from being here resting happy, 

joyful, in this present solitude.

thinking 

singing I love you.