Souleye free thought

It’s the closing moments in the final seconds before the flame is out, A minuet inspection of your inner self. Stay with us now, its not much farther north. Alternatively, the other plan is to pencil it out. Just write, the voice repeats. Quietly sneaking around to yell out loud. Figure eight movements from the hips. Shoulders up and down like the shape of a staircase. Program this ace; reformat the formal way of happenings. Tidy up the tide turning us over. Opposite hand tight before the grasp. Body squeezed in breath pushed out. Crimson flames embody the sky. Areas of the understood strike a chord. Catapult us forward. Send me on my way. Visit the maker again, Before descending in to it’s deathly all knowing. What causes the dirt to become angry? And the sea to become weary. The desert is hungry for the ocean once more. As the jealous land underneath the water becomes tiresome of waiting. When will the almighty hands of the implacable close. Mollify the outcome to soften the landing

How far away are you? As the approaching months, gather dust. We silently select another choice. A new experience that includes bravery and tenderness. A Sweet salt water with a distinguishing taste. Tongue dried out lips speckled with sand. Hard to resist the temptation. Easy to remind yourself of the experience. Sit in silence underground away from light and sound. Do it for ninety days. Rejuvenation is a bowl of fruit, Fall asleep in the fountain of youth. Do not forget that moment of clarity you had. Crystals soaking in sun rays. So absorbent is the minds eye. Sour stomach still upset from last night. Trailing behind the finisher. Like a Moth resting on an unplugged light. Sun flares decorating the endless sky. Seconds after the first bang another occurred. Accurate curvature of a cave mans spine. Fingers pressed through the apple. No one has mentioned the date alignment of ten ten ten. Arms lifting up then pulling down, Screaming at the top of your lungs to open up and heal. Old w

Calling on the common day, Awaiting the reply. In a time of turmoil turn over the dirt, Stop the nonsense. Too much noise for the ears to handle. News coverage covering the dramatic events. Rhythmic ripples in the waters pattern. A serious hole found in the tree. A nest for the bird. Sampling sap from centuries ago. Echoing chambers from the darkening whole. Exuberant light lit up on high. Not too long ago before, we flew our first kite. Learned to turn a light bulb before there were candles. For the night exchange momentary emotions. I heard don’t shine out the light. Slowly dropped from the sky, as if it was sitting, Waiting preparing to fly. Origami like hand gestures. Mudras that resemble mountain ranges. Fresh snow apples picked for dessert. The grayish outline, With every color ever witnessed living inside. No longer back peddling under a bridge, Sitting straight up with arms extended to live.