March 15th
My own self pursuance, such a tangible thing. I recall my moments, the time I've spent. The gathered facts are true to the divinity of existence. My infatuation has been a whistle in a symphony. The remaining human being minds other than my own, have dreamt of wonderful days as we all have. Peering into the past, it was nothing less than a cosmo of ideas set into exact definition. The universe has yet to be explored by my body, this is where I am. In a clock, I choose to gain the milliseconds by my own side, for I am infinite. My eyes open and close, and in the enjoyment of life I seek elongation. A captured scene fades gradually into others -- eventually finding a place. A message, is it not a privilage so much that the very act of sending one is to be cautioned? Speaking as oñe, I chase the ocean of stately being. Simple blessings falling onto my spirit, in that place I should be.
March 17th
The consistent flow of existence has not fallen into a pattern, for the universal sequence is in favor of serendipity. In the meantime my language configures eloquently in a foreign connection I myself will translate in the future.
March 19th
An eternal connection we shall have for I know now that bestowed upon I, is the inevitable life that I live. So to my soul I say, forgive me, the mind. I have gathered and recieved countless hours, minutes, and seconds. Wise is the one who does remember.
March 25th
My simple request, a prayer, a form of meditation, it is what my hope depends on. As the Earth is spun, our sun repeats it's generosity. I pin point a main purpose of my love towards every human being, it is an intense meaning. To admire their breath, is to know the sussuration of oneself. Realizing a consistency, is a time when the moment has lived upon the ground, yet is the ground. My own relation has been concurred, finally within my soles is carefullness. Move in the flow of existence with intent, for divinty is cheering. Do not deny that such realm exists, the proof is in the universal sequence. Meaning is to consider the worth of dust and oneself, but tentively denying the place in which was suggested oneself should be. As she spoke I was, am and are, for when she speaks, I repeat her heart of curiosities to myself. I noticed her persistence to continue and through her words I read her... She is I.
March 26th
