Poets.

The outside world was unknown to her but she could see a glimpse through his bedroom window. His room was stale with a musky aroma. She really could be like miss muffet who sat and ate all her curds and whey. No one ever came to stay. If you really want to find your contribution in the world, look at your scars, heal them all. Then teach the others of pain in the world, which can be overcome by one word .

Therefore, whatever is done to you, so you do to them, as this is the year of the prophets, who come in all shapes and sizes and can be found in silver and gold lockets. Now the light is spirit and wherever you have light you have liberty.

Grateful are the hands that hold me and I for the ones I held. Please let’s not let our hearts go hard and cold. When you light someone else’s candle yours is not less to hold. Your light allows others to shine brightly. Shine bright with the help of yours.

Come let’s see more out of this window of yours. It offers such hope and promise to all. I really don’t have a master plan I’m pretty much here just winging it. I use intuition, oils, music, and my bullshit detector to get through the day and hope for the best in a world that is looking for the next best quest. I will trust thee and instruct thee in a teaching way to go forth. I will council you with my eyes upon you, keeping hope that you will see the way through this window of his too. For the atheist the Angels will lift them on high, in their dying call, and their true love in their heart will bring all their families forth. The Voice is never forsaken to him on high. Even those that have persecuted his name in all their earthly bound call.

But today the glimpse of his window I did pray I will not stress over the things I cannot control. People will be people. Jobs will be jobs. One thing I know for sure that big man up their who calls himself God, has got a grip of my heart and has worked wonders for the love and compassion I have for others. If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world, which is easy if you visit and spend time with me glimpsing through the last window of his room of many worlds. Your mission is to hold your light and speak the truth. What is the truth ? One can only believe to have the confidence in the truth, the existence, or reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so. But let’s hold hands and jump into this hole I know it’s black but inside oh what colour it holds. I am you and you are another me, trust me on this adventure I will be taking thee. The sky is so bright it hold diamonds as the plants orbit day and night, the galaxy will have your eyes popping out at the light.

Swim in the waters on the moon built just for you and me, with pockets of craters filled with food and delights only humans could be jealous of. Dear me! Can you feel the sway of the magnet pull that’s the full moon for just you in full glow.