To Paint a Life of Blessing

In the days of the mother goddess, the days of peace laden solace, there came a sky of which white smoke rolled with an anger that thrusted all living things into a fiery and chaotic-biblical storm – A great storm, that destroyed the water, the animals, and even the fields that lay corn. There was no warning of the storming; The days of beauty and resistance were slammed with mighty persistence from a being – Who, was more cunning than The Earth mother so stunning. For her world was broken in a whirl so soaken by an evil that cometh, through the sky, like eyes of a perilous-looming mind, and brought fourth, changes to cry.

And the old was gone, like how dust fades. Only a sky remained, growing, changing – expanding. Most of the old world destroyed, collapsed, released to a wind to carry at last. Relieved of all matter to the existence of life bearing and replaced with some alien being steering. Out of the mountains left we came looking and peering and heavily breathing. Looking for what once was and looking toward something ethereal in nature.

Who hath come to show us beauty? Teach thee a lesson of indifference so surely needed in these times of fathering to fathom and so dangle a mysterious new angle on how we shall live. And it seems so saturated to peer without an apparent fear of the unknown or tears so dear to an unknown capacity, without understanding the oblivious elasticity of the occurrence itself; Which was so premature to judge. And now we’re in love, with streams of gander in the skies above. And as I walk upon the landscape, the blooming beauty takes shape. This divine dominance and celestial government, this ethereal boom has due diligence.

I adore thee, admire your work. There is elegance in the air, a new life where I’m not too scared. Releasing life upon humans so fair, blessed with no stress, and I so beautifully stare upon these mountains of evergreen that befall with fresh fountains of water so stout, that I without a doubt am in love with this richness. Such a lovely land of golden sand, born new, like made by hand – so upward-radiant supine, for I cannot define how visually refine it’s been touched and such, and so pleasing to the mind in spiritual green pine, like eyes upon shores of coastal tide, fantastically soul driven and sensationally livid, sensational and enriched with new lands to kiss, to walk about to enlist the wonders of thy heart's bliss.

Remove the pain of something so dull and replace it with hills like gold, with new goals and passion so laven, starving for a carving of an earth to fathom and observe all the curves of the rain that washes pain from the nerves.

For I can feel a masterpiece brewing, like screwing the lid shut on a wonderful dream cut from a cloth so dauntlessly daring and pouring honey upon my brain to brighten the dream so pristine and glaring – No longer bound by chains of of misery – Only glee within thee and surrounded by love infused lovely sea. So relieved and excited, so hopefully invited to cast myself upon these hills of looming thrill and forget the glooming past of the world that killed our very souls in pestilence, now revealed by a golden seal of beautiful acceptance so real.

And this masterpiece is not done, for there is a stairway on the run, that leads through the brush so fine to touch and unto the treetops that sway by breeze, easily at ease with leaves so keen to endure the love that bore from yonder beyond scenes now green and grass so blessfully blissful – I deem this is not a dream, only a beautiful scene by a beautiful being it seems – who made an ocean lushous blue through a new potion so in tune with the shiny bright. Crisp and delightful it was, handed to us with glaring love. To come here and build, change and rearrange, care and give, befalls to and with, the tunes, in all manners of heavenly ladders, down to the points of nature that matter, that we should be thankful for all that is given, burned, and risen.

And so now comes the time, in this beginning, to find thrills never emotioned before. To feel a freedom of lovely sanctuary so angelically endured. To find ourselves in life a prosper with a prosperity of thrills and fantastic falling hills that grow into mountains too large to mentally feel. This world – this place – this open space, is so beyond my heavens and beyond my mind so heavenly blevin in trust and leverage, oh wow. Just take me and thrill me and throw me to the seas so I can paint memories for all to lavishly see. Do you so care, to bless this air, if you so dare, to a release a spirit so earthly fair?

And thank you for this gift, so unexpectedly swift, for recognizing the need for change so great, lifting all this weight and shifting the climate that was drifting into nothing; And replacing with – through mighty bliss – shores of sand to drop and kiss. I’m so thankful – Joyfully overtaken, crisp in a sunshine so cheerfully brisk; Deepened by stars so fantastically far, skies of moon settling in mysterious meditation, reflected like mirrors of peaceful sedation, I cannot relate the joy to any other relation.

And the sun is so pretty, just like the city, no more pity – no more evil slathering creeping upon us restricting and lathering, seeping and constricting with a reaping of our souls so scorned and so held. For we’re free at last, to smile and cast upon a world so pure, with a new cure to create new lore, embedded forevermore in our hearts with a new start never worn, but always warm and pleasant I do adore.

Let this be, in all glory so disclosed, the foundational testament of life becoming in great settlement – to so achieve, never deceive but only release and so perceive, that we can cease – and actively be, loving and beautiful human beings.