The Mystery of Life

In all berries lies sweetness as lambs upon still waters in no fear of being prey...

In the needle of a pine; lies the scent of a woman; or man; or anything = everything; Sirens...calling all to worship the Creator Being; the smell that fills Christmas mornings...

Rain...flight of falling leaves, elements; all bringing music, "unheard notes, thus creating songs," enchanting performances of everyday mundaneness; in which lies the power miracles that are everyday happenings become...

make mysteries music

or

mystery as music sounds

Tha Spiritual Realm

Abilities of Supernatural wonders as snowflake geometrics exist in minds of those called crazy, or genius, or "artists"...

There are facets as a crystal in so many lights; the brilliance remains; Is.

They are all blinding in light...which is Good.

Every living; observance has an essence, a worth; worth taking it's wisdom; strength, why...even power, if you can.

Possible

Power lies within a growing seed; which equals Love; which equals God; which conquers all...so Fear Not!

magic as wildest dreams do coexist in dimensions unthought of our heard of in the common man.

Sacrifice

To give something; of worth; whatever is your utmost consideration; most extravagant at best; of course, regally, for a better, higher cause.

It only conjures justice.

Triumph! Holy pain...blood, sweat and tears, emotional extravaganzas beyond comprehension, at times...

Bruises, scars...see "beyond", try and "get" that?

All for the Greater cause...

so greater, that we, as humans,  cannot simply comprehend, at all...

That is one of the greatest, in simplest of terms, compliments...we can give.

Til' Never Then...

And these are the hourglass sands of inkling times of our lives...

Measured how?

Via hours, minutes, successes, failures, or...worth?

Pain=Beauty as they say...

Beauty is becoming to those  upon whose light it beams from within.

What equals the meaning of the ending of our or your time?

Hmmm....guess that is what we are all "in" for.

I guess, when the sand runs out - never, actually equals forever or estimated destiny.

How to Photograph The Moon

You see; beyond the eye's capabilities...

Deeper, into the essence of the victim.

The elusive photograph's; wrinkles in time, try to escape; therefore capturing irony@ it's height.

To see with your heart, lungs, blood; scent...

Allure will show;

Grandly; always, always, always winning.

Dear Direction...Advice + Healing

to a dear guidance, friend and comrade...respect :P

All That Glitters Isn't Gold

Allure becomes thee...

Worth's alive in the irony of  worth's assumption.

Think: east to west; quality vs. quantity

Immortality for throwing precious gifts before swine...

So to speak; or breath; or for that matter utmost sing...

In melodies not belonging to earth's limitations lies true Gold

The kind that doesn't sell by the pound.