The Seeds of Creation
As Magnets attract and Galaxies collide, the Opposing of force we must each endorse; It is all one Motion within the same Tide; This is the Method we Communicate stride.
The Highest desires; Our most Earnest aspires; a Place of Pure Peace and Contentment.
Now we can feel our most empowering of Hearts, a Place of Pure art is an ultimate start.
To now involve Will, with its Demanding most thrill, we can use a firm Hand to secure our first Land. With our thoughts and our feelings held with Firm will, we can go on to achieve in all we believe, and even everything we can ever conceive.
To be Harmoniously Constructive in a Creative Display; Shining High values and True equal rights, we can positively transform with precision and form. We have all that We Need as it was planted with Seed.
I seek not what I sow, but rather to abundantly sow, that in which I Truly Am.
Carefully selecting each way it is told, is how to create something quite Mighty and Bold.
It is Key to Re-member, your own inner ember; Indeed this will render your own Infinite splendour.
To Re-cognise an art is an art of itself, deeper to delve in Ones’ Higher True Self.
Always be Humble for you may Indeed Stumble, but point to your Passion in the character Fashion. The Noblest of styles will endure All the While.
This is the art of making a Start; This is the Start of Life’s Living dream.
Just a Twinkle
A Radiating Sight and an Utter Delight; A light Bouncing wave Swayed by the Moon.
A Fine Introduction was Simply quite Touching.
Our Eyes are a vacuum where Lights purpose Fulfils.
An Informant glow will Point where to go, for what lies ahead is an Incredible Stead.
From the great Nothing a twinkle Appears; Startling purpose has dug in its Heels.
When the one is around you will often be found, looking Directly into the Source of all Souls.
As the beginning is grasped in its Fullest True Form, the work that was shown has a clear layered Tone. Nothing is hidden as the True Bidding Unfolds.
Construction begins with an Architects Plan, Imprinted with sight is the Creative Delight. In the Craft of Creating — a line stretches on — One common Thread for many to Tread.
A field of sure influence is tapped through to Start; Some would call this Life’s Greatest of Art.
As Time Travels on, so shall our dream, with the Craftsman at work each step will Succeed. Home is a place that follows with Footsteps, for deep in the heart is a place that endures, with every home comfort Carefully placed.
For it is This moment in which We now look, for the Truth is now present, not intending to end. An Opportunity prayed for will soon show its way, your heart cannot hide in this endless display.
There is a Just Place, that is being saved with Due grace, putting a smile on every wave of a face.
All Warriors do know this, they must act with Great Care, but before they must watch every word as it grows, firstly their words must be Ordered with Form.
To Courageously Plan and Execute Fearlessly; Creating a Harmony where love is the Root. This, My Good Friend, is a Low Hanging Fruit.
The Living Dream
It Begins – Just in One Instant: Like a lost boy being found in a Perfect Situation.
Tuned in now to a brand new Station, as words do flow in general conversation, at all times a winning Combination.
For the Spirit of Spring rules all days with its ever deepening gaze. When air does rise high, we find an all-encompassing tactical sky, performing and ensuring every slight peace — of sight.
When the harvest has one, sure special surprise, all of the work is an enjoyable quirk.
And now, as we move, in line with the groove, all that has happened was Perfectly Planned; The dots are connected and Our Parts were Played Well.
With the most Sacred of Unions; The code to our key, that exact one that sets us all Free.
Divine Natural Awareness, there is nothing that compares this:
With the Message Delivered, the first Goal is Complete,
And what Great pleasures, to arrange this Great meet.
What a charm you have been in this Almighty of feats;
A spell bound touch that gives quite a rush.
In a world of desperation, and with quite a separation,
A lingering creation, Demands All It Can, as it Surely Attracts all but attack.
If all could be told and not even be Bold, how would we know the potential?
As this road carries on, as it Most Certainly Will, surely a thrill with a powerful will.
To create change is a dream for Many it seems, but the one who believes,
Through the most darkened of leaves, surely now can all out Achieve.
So before you now go and continue this show, I shall now let you know that I Believe in you too. I have said this before and most likely again, in your hearts construe lays All you shall do.
Keep your Chin up and Buckle in well, because my sure friend, we are in for a Ride that Spans the Whole Tide.
To believe in yourself, and all that you speak, Added with feeling is right at the Peak.
Each Hand you Reach out can multiply crowds, And even right now there’s no one around.
To have put in the work with such a great effort, A journey was bared as it travelled the world, A benevolent hand that helps one to Stand.
With a turning Point reached, a clear view is now Tweaked as it shimmers – Complete. We are all here with an Awakening cheer, as now we go on with our knowledge and song.
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