Pages tagged with Wandering

Lust is the source of all evil and we must produce the big wisdom from love.
A little prose poem about a young man who wanted to see the world.
I was 21 the first time I set out on my own. I did it again when I was 22. And a third time when I was 23. I am a self-confessed airport crier, last-minute packer, document misplacer and chronic over-thinker who finds leaving anyone and anywhere a huge deal.
It is so beautiful to see the children of today with golden skins they are of the New Age and the ones whose porcelain skins remind of those living in European countries. ... but all are part of God's kingdom....enjoy
Perhaps an allegory here but then so much is not what it seems as we wander down the passageway of life times, your times it really matters not...we all will ultimately end in the same place....
wandering city streets late at night one gets to see a different side of society, the forgotten stories of drifters, drunks, druggies, bums, the homeless, the lost, the marginalized. The superficiality and falseness of visible society becomes readily apparent.
Here is a short poem summarizing the changes one goes through in basic terms.
This article tries to answer the question: Why is this happening to me? Why does God allow us to experience difficult trials? What does the valley of despair look like?
There's a thin line between reality and illusion...
Listen carefully to the voice within for it will guide you to places you never knew or believed existed. Fantasy you may call it, reality for some like me. The land of magic far beyond the knowing of mere mortals.
The word plankton comes from the greek word for wandering or drifting. And plankton is a drifting mass of life made up of billions of tiny living creatures.
Shrills of Ghosts belt down anything gleaming, and hopes, to dusk in dreams again, dimming,
Scripture tells me to be transformed by the renewing of my mind, instead of conforming to this world. This is my assessment of that.
~waking up in the desert~rainman~caught in the eyes of serpents~he learned reptile moves~denying Jesus while creating a chaos of gods~remembering the death car~indians on the highway~no one here gets out alive~
~Charlie Manson~look down at me~see a fool~ look up at me~see a god~look straight at me~see yourself~Jim Morrison~do you know the warm progress under the stars~do you know we exist~Nietzsche~know your overlord~ Poe~condor years~
~feet rooted in epiphany~eyes riveted to her boughs~bated breath~senses tingling~spirit lifting~we are going~we are flying on the ground~stepping through clouds~your hand in mine and the next and the next~
~The Moon Man with the most insects in his jar was the star of the show. He was acknowledged in low ritual, encouraged and slapped silly while he smacked his lips, yummy-yummy, and ate the day’s catch of the entire group~
~ These eyes have closed with worry under lashes~They have spilled their tears when laughing~There is nothing they can’t see~nothing we can’t do when we’re ready~when we’re going~
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