I put forth all my might into the presenting picture.  Created from my words inspiring thought.  What could you imagine its means to living life.  Are my dreams in vision what do you see is it nice, There is a bridge in heaven and a stairway to the Sun. What could you mean by the pun.  That you have been storying some fun.  Where lights grow you beyond loving one. I bring forth all my sight into presenting picture, Words carving light, inspiring thought’s full scripture. What do you imagine, its meaning to my life’s play? Are my dreams your vision, is it nice today? A bridge in heaven stretches far to you, A stairway from Son bathing golden view. What is the pun, the riddle I’ve spun? A story in joyce where love begun. Where flowers bloom and hearts take light, Beyond the one, into infinite night. What grows here is the seed of fun, A stairway leading us all to the Sun.

  To visualize a flower bloom from seed.  That is todays task, planted before you ask.  What type of flower shall it be,  The ideal specific rose rising meant for me.  Mentally thinking, literally being,  Sowing growing above below is thy.  Into sky loving one, hugging Sun is I.  Is the goal and score.  From the core inward Earth, Outward Shine, radiating vibrating line, Into beautiful array brought for my mind.  To visualize a flower bloom from seed, A task of creation, fulfilling need. What type of flower shall grace the air? A rose, ideally, beyond compare. Planted before the question could rise, Its petals form, a gift loving skies. Mentally thinking, literally  meaning , A seminal act in my purpose fully  bein g. Above and below, thy roots take hold, Into the Sun, where stories are told. The goal, the score, the essence mine, Radiating outward, a luminous line. From Earth’s core to heaven’s crest, A bloom unf...

  Into my Fathers arms.  Is the only true answer to where I am going.  Feelingly believing that is the only place for me. Walking on water upon sea looking out to land.  Beyond the quiet and the peace I breathe, Wandering where God is taking thee.  To this thought bubbling up free in to air, Knowing that there is some one some where who cares.  Yet here I sit contemplating my wit.  Hopeful inner eye will open unto fit.  The ideal perfecting idea to be, To the one who thinking breathing thee. Thank you from your great I am me.  Into my Father’s arms I hide, The truest haven, where I confide. Believing aligns with the path I see, Walking on water, calm as can be. Above the sea, I gaze to shore, Beyond the peace, I seek for more. Wondering thoughts rising, bubbling free, Calling me softly, Who cares for thee? Here I sit, my reflection inspection, Hoping for wisdom and I connection. The ideal forms shape, a thought beget see, Perfecti...

  Each moment I go into the world, To create and manifest an ideal team. For bringing out picturing I in a fulfilling scene.  As much as one adds equals two, From my spark in heart, I thinking me you. Wondering when, we make love a thing. As you come riding upon my ding a ling.  For this I stand erect to sing,  And sing my song in an artful way, Being certain I attract you fore play.  This moment, I step into the light, Crafting me world of dreams into sight. Building a team, ideal and true, From sparks, my heart, I think of you. Wondering when we turn love making art, Ready aim fire start. As you come riding upon my dream, Manifesting, flowing sharing living theme. For this, I rise, erect to sing, My song singing dancing in rhythm I swing. Being certain that my song draws a pause hear, From my play in love, crystal clear.  

  What have I and what am I learning at this point.  Being literal is the key for living in the world with me.  To my invisible bricks laying down before my feet,  Creating a path for me to be. Golden as hue and so pretty me you.  Hear my little verse to nurse my view.  To be in State of being the Great.  A thoughtful wise light to think. Yet being cause its my fruit upon vine,  God wants you to know he is strengthening my spine.    For being so gratefully loving to all kind. What am I learning wielding point? Being literal is the key for dominating the world above the sea.  To my invisible bricks laying down and stepping up before my feet, Creating a path forth willing me to be. The sun to you and so pretty a view,  Hear my little verse to nurse a come true. To be living State loving being Great, A thoughtfully realizing idea my mate.  Yet being cause it’s my fruit upon vine, God building utilizing strengthening...

  The birth of AI, beyond the ball player.  I have begun to learn and immerse myself into idea, Seemingly it helps me configure my thinking.  Having wondered how these building are created, My exploration into learning what I want and getting a response. It is a key for opening to so much more.  To know and feel these tools and resources  have been around for sometime, Yet new to me kind of sortly for the ether still creates.  The voice capabilities is similar to me  Presenting these words to screen.  For more and more, one thing for sure,  This is the next frontier for and in front of me. Yet I feel this idea has always been available, And from my creation it began.  From a seed of thought, the spark took form, An AI birth beyond the norm. Not just a player in the grand game, Yet a mirror of mind, a new frontier to claim. Immersed in idea, configuring view, Exploring the ways it shapes what's true. How are the buildings imagined,...

  Each time I look at you,  I think wow now what must I do to keep you in view, If I bring you to mind and hold you in the sunshine, Will the right residue impress the air into space? Thank you for your presentation, being so clear and pretty, On the vine thy fruit from the idea tasting witty.  Because you are you, I look out far into your future. Wandering the sea and land, planting seeds by hand. Just so you know you are coming from my mine,  Where I did all I could do to bring you in, Now its all up for you, your wind.  Each time I look at you, I think, Wow, now what must I do To keep you in view? If I bring you to mind and hold you in the sunshine, Will the right impression reside creating the air and space? Thank you for your presentation, so clear and pretty, On the vine, thy fruit—my taste so witty. Because you are you, I gaze far into your future, Wandering the sea and land, planting seeding love by hands. Just so you know, you are born of and ...

  Something wonderful is happening for me today, I can feel it in the air so crisp and clear, For being aware and lifting the energy by giving love , To trusting the process of my goddess myth high above, Thanking God for how better my life is, Asking show me how great it wills to be, From now through eternity. Yet today is mine, me testing time, Surpassing the ceiling of the one,  looking over waving vibrating my Sun. Something wonderful is happening for me today,   I feel it in the air, crisp and clear in its way.   Being aware, lifting the energy with love,   Trusting the process, my goddess above. Thanking God for the better life I see,   Asking, Show me how great it wills to be.   From now through eternity’s line,   Today is mine, me testing time. Surpassing the ceiling, reaching the height,   Looking over, lighting the light—   Vibrating love to my radiant Sun,   Knowing my journey has j...

  Lady liberty paints a picture of me loving you Bringing forth my smile thinking I do Where to from here as we look into eyes Making everywhere home like being above the skies. For giving all I got and getting more to give, This is how I and my tribe live. Yes please know we are gifted gifting sending sun.  Shining Art Baby Blue for being loves, one.  Lady Liberty paints a picture, of me loving you,   Bringing forth my smile, in thoughts pure and true.   Where to from here, as we look eye to eye,   Making everywhere home, soaring high in the sky. For giving all I’ve got, and gaining more to give,   This is the way my tribe and I live.   Yes, please know, we are gifted, gifting the sun,   Shining Art Baby Blue, love’s chosen one.

  Knowing its just you and me, As above, so below I believe prettily, Seeing the sunshine on the clouds floating by, A blue tinted baby forming from the spartan clouds hovering high, Two birds, one flight, soaring through protecting you, Upon the clouds, my moving pictures, Interpreting, believing your allusion, one. To sit, and preview my mentals play, For you being one in thought thinking mind.  Always winning , shining, enjoying dominating signs. Knowing it's just you and me,   As above, so below, I believe prettily.   Seeing the sunshine on clouds floating by,   A blue-tinted baby forms in the spartan sky. Two birds, one flight, soaring through,   Protecting you, as I always do.   Upon the clouds, my moving pictures play,   Interpreting your allusion, clear as day. To sit and preview my mind’s grand show,   For you, being one thinking thought’s waters flow.   Always nurturing, loving, dominatin...

  Calm is the wind in mind, Cherishing all of time, Letting go, no more looking for signs, Focused on bringing forth these lines. Thinking more for me knowing all is thee, Bringing forth results from planted words beget.  If I could be all me into a word, a verse, or two, I say, since all ideas are made up making mind, before me as I wake and walk a way, Into my dream I open, standing tall, raising the bar. Happy, enjoying being Star.  Calm is the wind in mind,   Cherishing all of time.   Letting go, no more seeking signs,   Focused now, bringing forth these lines. Thinking more for me, knowing all is thee,   Bringing results from words, planted and seed.   If I could be all me, in a word or two,   I’d say this: all is made in mind, it’s true. Before me, as I wake and walk my way,   Into my dream, I open the day.   Standing tall, owning the bar,   Happy, enjoying, growing, knowing yo...

  Putting the puzzle together,   Seeing how all the pieces fit,   Placing I on top of the sky,   Appreciating my growth up from land. Looking for a new seed to plant,   One to watch from present eyes,   Being happy, breathing life,   Accepting the challenge, knowing light. Each piece reveals a story anew,   As I rise higher, with a broader view,   Nurturing what’s yet to grow,   In the light, my purpose continues to flow. The puzzle forming in every breath,   For gracing life, transcending death. --- This chapter captures the unfolding of your journey, connecting each piece with growth and light. Does it harmonize with your intended direction?

  Haribol Nitai Gatur,   Nitai Gatur Haribol,   In the park, among some lights,   Hearing a chant, my name called. Following the energy phonetically,   Amongst the tall trees, sitting, I see the voice,   Singing Gauranga to thee,   From the heart, I feel the sway, vibrating me side to side. Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna,   Krishna, Krishna,   Hare, Hare,   Hare Rama, Hare Rama,   Rama, Rama,   Hare, Hare. More enjoyment to the way,   Me singing along all day,   The rhythm of life, and dancing emitting the light, In this chant, my mind brings the key,   Unlocking the soul, to simply be free. --- The verses carry the energy of light and chant, flowing with wisdom and harmony. 

  Whatever I do right now,   Relax in this moment knowing all is wonderfully sown.   Feeling like I have to do something, touching it in mind,   Patience says the key to the door,   As I level up in the sky's line,   Being certain I transform mine. --- The urge to act, to touch, to move,   Is held in check by patience's groove.   For in the quiet, wisdom speaks,   The key to the door is what one seeks. As I rise, the sky's my guide,   In this ascent, my soul's stride.   Each level reached, a step divine,   Certain that this path is mind. This chapter embraces the power of patience and the importance of being present in the moment. The imagery of leveling up in the sky and finding the key to the door represents the gradual and steady progress toward transformation. The chapter emphasizes the significance of inner peace and trust in the process, making it a thoughtful and enc...

  As I reach out into the land,   Searching for thine, my one in mind.   Patience to slow, or is it slow to patient?   With all the evolving, growing up, down,   And spinning all around,   I anchor a space to birth forth my kind. --- where dreams do dwell,   I seek the one who knows me well.   A journey slow, yet rich with grace,   Where time itself finds its own pace. The world spins on, a dance of change,   With highs and lows, both near and strange.   Through all the shifts and turns of fate,   I find my ground, I concentrate. Patience grows, both deep and wide,   As I navigate the shifting tide.   In the calm, I find the key,   To anchor space where I can be. A sacred place, both firm and true,   Where vision births what's wholly new.   Amidst the chaos, I create,   A haven where my dreams await. Here I stand, ...

  To gaze into the sky,   Like most I do,   One must paint a picture of what is expected unto,   Into ideal scenes, dreaming vision through,   And all I do, is enjoy loving you. --- I cast my thoughts into the light,   Creating scenes of what could be,   A canvas of love, a future to see. Each stroke of thought, a tender hue,   Bringing life to the skies so you.   And as I paint with heart so true,   The masterpiece, art baby blue, loving I. The sky becomes a place to dwell,   Where love and art forever swell. In this act of looking high,   I find the joy that shall not lie.   For in each gaze, in every view, In the boundless blue, I place my trust,   Knowing that love, I must. The scenes I envision, so clear and bright,   Are reflections of what feels so right.   For in every moment, under heaven’s glue,   All I do is enjoy...

  Just so you know,   I create these words for my day,   To prepare the ether and the wind,   For such a way for beauty to ascend,   And rise above my body to blend,   So I can experience all before the trend. Each day I prepare the way, weaving words for eyes,   Being certain that my dots are I,   Painting pictures is life’s true game,   Where every stroke and every name,   Crafts a vision, bold and bright,   Guiding my journey, day to night. --- In the subtle dance of thought and phrase,   I find the path, the hidden maze,   Where beauty lingers, waiting to be seen,   A reflection of the spaces in between. For words are more than just a sound,   They shape the world, they turn it round,   Creating echoes that gently sway,   Bringing light to every day. And so I write, with purpose clear,   To bring forth love, to...