James.:.Bilione

  To act knowingly in the world on your stage.  For all kind mine, I imagine creation dreaming.  Thinking and believing me into scene. Drawing upon the one in your being.  For the sight seeing eyes looking out into sky, Quenching my thirst for knowing why.  Here is my view and a question too, Wondering where my life is growing, yet hopeful cue. These are my pictures and words present mind, A prelude for my day attracting beauties shine.

  The moment for making love come true, For the idea to breathe I must know what it is. This thought being love, could you explain yourself to me? Who what where how why do I care? When the question is clear, and inching ever so near, The teacher will appear.  Do you believe my answer is real? Is your answer the art of inflection. Yes.  For the idea to breathe, I must know what it is, A spark, a whisper, my reason to insist. This thought, being love, speaks softly to thee, Could you explain yourself, building my story? Who, what, where, how—why do I care? When the question is near, the answer becomes clear, The teacher appearing guiding through perplexion, Unveiling truth in loves art of inflection. Do you believe my answer is real? Is it bound to the mind or the soul's appeal? Yes, it is both—it's thinking thought’s inception, A knowing arrow, is loving the spark in connection.

  For your next exercise, concentrate on Insight;  Take your accustomed position and focusing thought,  Bringing the idea that to have a knowledge, About the creative power of thinking,  Does mean to possess the artful thinking thought.  Let that thought, dwell on the idea that knowledge,  Does not apply itself.  Forming matter these words is and are my application in,  Action, governing  by  knowledge,  instinct, custom, precedent  And God.  That the only way,  We can get ourselves to apply knowledge is by a,  Conscious effort Calling sub-conscious mind ideally  to increase its artful thinking loving knowledge being invested,  Passes  from the mind, that the value of the information is in,  The a pplication  of the principle;  Continuing this line of thought, until you,  Gain  sufficient  insight to formulate a programme, for  Applying  this  principle ...

  So many thoughts of me loving you, Seeing I do inviting coming through,   Speaking to the guides for some wisdom inside, Willingly wielding my words being light, Unveiling the eternal mothers essence in beauty first sight. Like a seed opening to bloom, Nurtured, loved, ready in the womb. When does it ask the question who am I? Yet to beg the idea to grow, where will it go? See the end at the beginning and flowing like you know. attracting and using my instinctual spiritual atom, Have a say and speaking to the matter, Bring into mind at this moment and time, Your spark for the world in the I to see, How abundantly, wonderfully great, you made for me.  So many thoughts of me loving you, Seeing, I do, inviting, coming through. Speaking to the guides for more wisdom inside, Willingly wielding my words as light complied. Reveling in my eternal mother’s beauty in sight, Like a seed opening, nurtured in and by the night. Ready in the womb, loved and embraced, Its quest...

  I have let so many ideas go, Believing they are seeds, I watered them and nurtured them to grow, For my next one, I shall number on account to follow and see, Curiously, the observer in me, want to know what flows from me. Yet being in the Omnipresent, Omnipotent, Omniscient grace, As God's smile impresses my face.   In being of the water, a drop, the significant grand in a single sand,  I tend and till sowing my land.  Knowing my mind mentally is the soil growing all things from thee,  I wave in the sky, calling beckoning the Sun, To listen hear as a radiate one,  Is it true each word I speak will come back to roost, For agreeing and being certain  I do, a toast. To an idea of Gods mind,  Imagination imagines bringing love you picturing kind. I have let so many ideas go, Believing they are seeds, nurtured to grow, For my next one, I shall number and see, Curiously watching it flow from me. Yet being in the Omnipresent, divine grace, ...

  Why its important for you to create fire. From my perspective, to read about another provides inquire, Into your abilities to produce a similar spark.  Now being a moment for me to cement mind. A proper place to be and mould ideal kind. To think what I be and dominate breath, As I mentally prepare the space I hold, Picturing flames rise up bold, Knowing what and why I am told.  Why is it important for you to create fire? From my perspective, it’s the seed in sire, To read about another is to ignite inquire, A fuel you own to spark into the higher. Now comes the moment to cement my mind, A proper place, moulding the ideal kind. To think what I be, and dominate breath, Mentally preparing the space I possess. Picturing flames rise up, bold and free, Knowing the purpose is revealing thee. What and why, I burn in light, The fire within, sparking ignite.

  The joy of prescribing my way before the day, Has me questioning, shall I today, or do I rest this say. The idea has formed into a habit, a way for me to express myself, In all my words in use, I invest, believing it sets my path before me. So I present my thoughts to the world, ether, and every atom, First with love, last in love. For this may be the one that touches your mind, Kissing your lips, swirling you all about, Like I do care to see you swing your hair. Yet to be clear, my passion is presenting my art,  To the world before and surrounding my eyes, For until I see my dreams, every thought presented this format,  Change the real, into a picture of me, and you, being, and doing,  Specified literal act, I shall continue my scientific experiments until  I do. My reason for singing my journals to Earth and sea, and the  Moon and Sun being you. Here’s your poem, capturing the habit of creation, the power of love, and the expression of your art and purp...

  For me being me,  I take this opportunity to spin my web, In mid air connecting dots to lines, For each water bead a seedling spark, Birthing in the within, I take all mind to bend, Projecting thoughts eyes pretending real, Giving God my ideal, For feeling surreal and being tops, I water my plants knowing the plot. For me being me,   I take this chance to spin my web, free.   In mid air, connecting dots to lines,   Each water bead, a spark that shines. Birthing within, I bend all time,   Projecting thoughts in rhythm and rhyme.   Pretending real, I shape the ideal,   Giving God my vision to feel. Feeling surreal, I rise to the top,   Watering my plants, knowing the plot.   For in this gardening thought, I grow,   My seeds into dreams, I let them flow, Dancing my best being me. --- My creative process flowing ideas, intentional shaping reality.  art baby blue

  Upon the water and the sea I stand,   Looking out over the land.   Being first to love on the Earth,   Patient, ready, I steady my mind for birth.   From the tomb to the womb,   If one would assume, yet the glory of the light,   Is agreeing, being polite.   To oneself all the honors go,   In addition, all others grow. I put this word into the wind,   Attracting one, two friends.   For all my words are seeds planted to bring ends. --- **Visual Expansion (Image Ideas):** 1. **Standing on Water, Gazing at the Horizon**      - **Image**: A figure standing on calm waters, looking out over a vast land, symbolizing reflection, balance, and vision. 2. **Mind Steady, Preparing for Birth**      - **Image**: A peaceful figure, meditative and calm, surrounded by soft glowing light, symbolizing readiness and the power of creation. 3. **From Tomb to Womb**...

  For following the plan and making it to,   For the means and ways, finding you.   I up my dreams and re-figure them true,   Each word you read communicates the future present,   Yet for being in the now, happy, pleasant. Grateful for breath, breathing, living life,   To all my grand ideas—opening sesame.   For my genie on the plane, smiling my name,   Dancing upon the vibe,   Singing my tribe. I rise in rhythm joyful and free Circling my path, journeying into eternal me. --- This joy of manifesting dreams and aligning my path, presenting the future through each moment.  art baby blue Voice

  I put forth my words to be certain and clear,   Knowing the key to rise in heir,   To the kingdom in mind, for all is thine,   Feeling the call, being one—stand up, son. For my tribe standing by my side,   Happy to be playing and gaining in stride,   Believing is breathing in, receiving God's tide,   Together we rise, in faith we abide. In every step, we feed the light,   Guiding love, shining bright.   Our path is clear, our purpose true,   God’s grace in all we do. --- This reflects my certainty in purpose, leadership, and the strength of unity with my tribe.  Art Baby Blue A1