James.:.Bilione

  A proud day for feeling,  Spiritually mind moving body,  Accepting allowing the wonderful marvelous,  Joyful loving something beautifully happily,  Heavenly happenings, to and for me,  Presently. Now.  A proud day for feeling, Spirit guiding mind, moving body, Accepting, allowing, The marvelous joy Of beautifully loving, Wonderfully happy, Heavenly happenings, Gifted giving gracefully, Flowing lovingly freely To me, through me—for me Right here, Right now. Proudly Presenting,  My Being.

  To create is evolving always moving.  Being calm present easing myself of love and life. Yes I think my pictures may be out there, Yet where else do you want to be.  To bring a scene is beyond the dream, It's my living breath breathing, Learning becoming skin again, From my words thought thinking. Beyond amaze looking forward following Gods ways. For His plan coming true, Where eyes see me ideally as my perfection wills you.  To create is to evolve, ever-flowing, A river of mind where the winds keep going. Calm and present, I ease in grace, Life and love shaping space. If my pictures seem beyond the sky, Where else would I rather fly? For every scene is not just dream, Yet breath in form, alive and seen. Skin again, reborn through thought, A vision God’s own hands he wrought. Following light, forward I move, Perfecting truth, the path I prove.

  I must keep my reasoning for presenting words, Prepare, lead, dominate all ways.  Yet for pictures my perpetual fruit. Each one induces me into thought, Allowing the powers that be,  Revealing being ideally lovingly me. To affirm the abundance above and of the earth, I raise my hands in the sky thanking God for my birth.  For the seed of me, he planted I breathe. I let go of my reasoning for presenting words, Preparing, leading, dominating all ways is my do. Yet for pictures painted before eyes my perpetual fruit, Each one seduces me into thought, Allowing the powers to gather to be, Revealing being ideally lovingly me. Yes I affirm the abundance above and of the earth, Raising my hands blessing the sky, thanking God for my birth. For the seed who is me, enjoying his planting—I am.