James.:.Bilione

  Hear a conversation worthy of such reverence on such a profound subject be profaned by the arrival and present.  For it is the mark of my mind to bring to the notice a thought that is totally filled with the whole majesty of the divine spirit.  Entering thy sanctuary, and the fervour of the presence of God is filling my holy place, in due silence my mind and heart hung upon the lips and divine love began to speak.  Every human soul is immortal, yet the nature of their immortality is not the same, for souls differ according to conduct and time.  All things are one and the one is all, since all these things were in the creator before he created them.  Rightly is he said to be all, whose limbs are all things. And so, throughout this idea,  Take care to be mindful of him who alone is all, or who is the creator of all.  Everything comes from heaven into earth, into water, into air.  Only fire, which is borne upwards, is life-giving.  What m...

  For being my brothers and sisters keeper,  Building,  Ascending, Strengthening breathing certain, His will my wind. Here I am at the precipice in life, Wondering , dreaming, choosing, i deally thinking right. I ask God If I may take breath, So I can sing his song being One.  For being my brother's keeper, Ascending with sisters, building clear, Strengthening bonds interwind, His will becomes my at most sphere. In life's precipice, quietly calmly lovingly standing, Dreaming, choosing clarity's sight, Wondering aloud, yet overstanding, Ideally thinking, breathing literary right. I ask God for instinctual light beyond breathe. Hear my heart, Your pulse is spinning; Great fully cheers is I believe— One breath, one song, we are, is One.

  Could I present to you, a thoughtful song,  For bringing you coming along.  Practicing perfecting in wiggling into you my way,  Creating the story for our bodies to play.  How will you do, when you come into dream,  Carrying forth acting your ideal scene. Where you are positioned at the top rocking G spot.    Perfecting my step, wiggling through, Crafting a story where bodies move. My rhythm from behind, a spark its time, Shaping the stage for love to climb. Could I present to you, a song so true, Meant specific for the breath in you. Bringing you forward, coming you near, Echoing softly for I to hear.   How will you do, when dream meets real, When passion moves, and sensual feel? Where you stand, on top in sight, Rocking the spot, ruling the night.

  I touching the sky through my inner eye, Reaching out and up lifting fire into air spark light, Burning bright for years where my Fathers says done.   Thank you for to day and me being the star in my say. Being in heaven inheaving breath, ex heaving all the rest.  There is my wholistic view for where I dwell,  Above the smiling bell. Hearing the winds request for me to vibrate the best. From the calm comes the roaring sound all around, The beat swelling surging to crest, My frequency high artfully rhythmically literally  lovingly lyrical. My inner eye presents a view, Reaching out, lifting fire into you, Sparks ignite, light burning bright, A time to shine where my Father knows whose one. Thank you for today, for the star in my say, Heaven inheaving breath, exheaving all the rest. This is my whole, my space, me on top making love on the crest, Above the ringing bell that sings dancing I am best. The wind calls me, a voice in tune, there best bloo...

  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.

  On top of this note I put my melody,  A stroke my art my mark.  A sound with a resounding resinew spark. It seems I am reaching the core into many worlds.  For I say singing be great fully you.  Willing all words of ideal mine to shine. For this act, I call all milling wanting to play, Just being certain only create making my day.  By this I means to say,  Talking you to the promising land, this way.  On top of this note, I sing my melody, A stroke, my art, my legacy. A sounding rippling, a sparking line, Reaching the core where all worlds align. For I singing, Be great, being gratefully you, Each word the light, the truth breaking through. Willing wills ideals, beaconing to shine, Crafting a reality, wholly mind. This act, this call, for all who dare, To playing in the visioning, beyond the where. Creating joy full, shaping the day, Leading the path to the promising way. By this rhythm, by this say, I bring you forth to where...

  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...

  Feeling into reality touching my creation being that it has already  Materialized, e motions amplifying attraction done. Oh how fun.  Beyond five minutes daily in a meditative state, visualizing my,  Twenty five building goal, me standing looking out to view,  Immersing joy and gratitude into myself and two. Energizing excitement in the pictured thought,  Having it, living it, being it, brought. Recognizing my unique skills and strengths,  Creation grounds the magnetic energy into actionable breaths,   Come talent, come skill, come willing knowledge, Come for I to play.  Acting with Confidence,  Releasing attachment to all  How while trusting the process.  Beginning with this small, inspired action resonating vision.  Being bold, intentional action what will I experience today that  Aligns with this creative vision? Feeling into reality, touching the now, The creation materialized, I wonder how? Emotions rise...

  I am opening my mind to the opposite sex,  Allowing the ideal to attract magically,  To picture on space me loving grace, From into where you do appear,  I bless the sky over high. The pull to be the air in thee, Enjoying thoughts inside we.  To love your brother and your neighbor, Means you are one in the son.  Upon this foundation is the rock and key. Imagination open the door, By the words says a me.  I am opening my mind to the opposite sex, Allowing the ideal to attract, to perfect. To picture on space me loving grace, From into where you do appear, I bless the sky over high. The pull to be the air in thee, Enjoying thoughts inside we. To love your brother and your neighbor, Means you are one in the Son's favor. Upon this foundation is the rock and key, Imagination, open the door, By the words says a me.

  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 ...

  It's not so much me getting somewhere, Accomplishing some task,  Yet more about me being thee. To have pictured home my spot to roam, For it is pure and true and all mind.  From this thinking point, Opening my inner eye, Picturing see the next 30 -40 years come into me. Good love floats Black Button theme From the standing assuming fulfilling dream.  It’s not so much me going out there, It's about completing tasks in hear, Yet more about me being thee, A purpose, a presence, a joyfully. To have pictured home, my spot to roam, A pineal place, pure and my own. From this thinking point, I beget, Opening my inner eye, letting visions accept. The next 30 into 40 years, Come into me, solving appears. Good love floats, like the wind be toking, Carrying the smoking, Black Button theme. Standing tall, fulfilling the dream, A rhythm, a purpose, a flowing stream. Each thought a brick, building vision a spark, Guiding my path through light and dark. For it is ...

  Believing, thinking, knowing,  Thought is my fire that creates the steam,  That turns the wheel of fortune,  Upon which I experience.  Speaking literally to the spiritual mind, Happy to be, seeing pictures of me, Exploring the world and all things in thee. For building my life one two three, I architect my present living spirit breathing, Industrious entrepreneurial adventure, One which allows and I afford,  Constructed by thy, My bridge, rail road, and route in space, A homeward flight beyond in unseen you, Coming to as Saturn rings Art Baby Blue, Believing, thinking, knowing, true, Thought ignites the fire, creating me you. Steam turns the wheel, fortune's dance, Manifesting my experience, life’s expanse. Speaking to the spiritual, mind aligned, Happy to see pictures of me looking fine. Exploring worlds, all things in thee, Building my life, one, two, three. Architect of present, spirit I breathing, Adventurous paths industriously riding weavi...

  Lets for a moment know, this, to be a dream, All ideas are yours alone. Each letter, instructions for your script to play, How about manifesting, and attracting, a great day. Here is where you build, bold and strong, Present mind, imaging me, in my beach house, picturing out, Looking to sea, four brides with beautiful I's for me.  Growing my skip and doing back flip, I twirl for my girls in my new whip.  Opening eyes and bringing a coming you Bareback on sand singing Art Baby Blue.  Let’s for a moment know this as a dream,   Where all ideas flow from a single stream.   Each letter, an instruction, a line in play,   How about manifesting a perfect day? Here’s where you build, bold and strong,   Present in mind, where visions belong.   In my beach house, picturing out,   Looking to sea, four brides, no doubt. Growing my ships, airplanes too,   I twirl for my girls, my crew in view.   Open...

  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...

  Have you heard from the butterfly effect? Do you me flapping my wings, Controlling the wind, I send forth love, Pulling, pushing, blowing clouds high above, Christening the air into sleet, forming my figure to greet. Hello blue bird, how artfully baby hue, you be. Could I wonder aloud to the sea, Knowing what sight seems,  Bringing light to my eyes, I mean.  Where and how far does my imagination go, At the present to wherever you flow, Flying high, growing sky, before thy. Picturing my dreaming's minds' being, Singing and dancing into time.  Have you heard of the butterflying effect?  The feeling of me flapping my wings,   Controlling the wind as I sing forth love,   Pulling, pushing clouds high above. Christening the air into sleet’s sweet great,   My figure formed from mist to fate.   Hello, bluebird, how artfully you fly,   A hue of baby blue, soaring in the sky. Could I wonder aloud to the sea,   ...

  I am not sure my plan  nor my next move, Yet a trees bark is always rough and tough,  And well that seems to be my skin, A thin layer protecting me like a space suit,  Where is the moon, what is its shape,  Or shall I guess based on my mood.  Could I put some words to eyes to bring forth a surprise, Yet how would it be brought to thee,  Or shall I just imagine see.  As I think of me now being in the present,  Just waking from a slumber looking to bring wisdom from dream,  Putting my words into action assuming my roll, As the actor playing himself.  I am not sure of my plan or next move,   Yet a tree’s bark is always rough and tough,   And well, that seems to be my skin,   A thin layer protecting me like a space suit within. Where is the moon, what is its shape?   Shall I guess based on the mood’s escape?   Could I put words to eyes and bring a surprise,   Yet how would it...