OneTwentySeven

Mim,
nyme,
nien 4 never.

What does a view casted when the head is looking back up at the sky remind you of?

Sensation,
rolls.............. when the lymph noids, nomes, neo-andrethals glimpse, viewed now time. New on the scene of sensation...what alleyways will be forever brought on by you.

Is it a throw back,
head drop,
deep dive.

The assumed feeling, attention!

Stay awake,
look around.
Straighten up, now slowly drop to the ground.....

Is that what you think it would feel, do you ever imagine, that you could be; that you are, you are that prism, the earth's diamond.

Just side tracked, by vision and stories that are told to you without you really feeling. No touch,not real.
Or does visual make sense that life is all so real?

Blind for a day. I will do it alone, begin with a rise after sleep. Keep on my sleepy eyes and request my lover or best friend to escort nearby me for a day.

What is in our sea's, mind, sky and sensory fields?

Do we recognize the amount of love that we all, each and every single individual can actually totally feel. Obviously, we can. Because if I can feel enigmatic and revitalized by the simple reaction to letting in acceptance, pleasure, emotion. Then I do know that other human being's and every other species on earth has the same ability to too...

I leave what I write, I jump from idea, emotion, person, environment and deed as much as a the next waking brain.

I wrote this b4 the last 7 paragraphs...

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A drill, that is in motion through the ice, the atmosphere which is whatever it is, that makes the cold, alive, moving Great Big Sea.................

I have been slowed down, and taken comfort in the den's home body real time relation.

Maybe you know of the one, the place where you grew up and has changed.

It began with a place that I don't recall from the age of 7-1o. But when we returned from Calgary at 10...it was my...I don't know?
from office room, to brothers room...........tooooo empty roll around, jump up and down room. Wow! and then made into JOrdo's new bedroom, and back into a guest bedroom. A crash spot, then desk drop. NOw daddies desk and his new one too, but the old old one is gone and has been given away, by my MOommy. Life, change.
Remember, vend er, loved once upon a time in life.
Still loved from deep down, and in and in and in.....

But go through, she sure is having a go at it.
Makes me want to come back home and join on in.

Remold, model, resign from a place of attachment and begin to look deeper within.

Recycle
or let me re-use. I dream to be digging, and painting and sewing. Making love and baking in the oven. Settle down and look around with my MOmma, my family and friends.

No purging,
just learning. Recognizing what fills up my world, and how I affect my world, from deeper, and around me and my inn's.

our collected lives odds and ends. i hope to relate and let go of any artificial absolution's.

re-energize my cell's and grow medicine on land.

Goodnight sweet time and sensation.
Gooday where ever else it is and will begin.

Terri Today, Tomorrow a ............."

With love i live love, i let go of love and live tonight~today and tomorrow.