Trees shaped art Bonsai.. tall green taller on blue sky.. I calm seek art and fly.. gut resolve is why..
Seconds calm.. tell me tree.. alert dog’s look at me.. energy passed free the sea exchange sensed in me..
Perfect felt as perfect done.. I fly to trees.. surf beams of sun
Silent moving dream alive.. flow out back again.. humble me as always.. attend me true my friend..
Look again blind faith proud.. they turn again.. media rains nothing.. once more circling to the end..
Metaphor you how what and who to think.. then say.. as ignored flew.. items floored sometime long gone away..
Rattle through screens.. and tubes.. each game intrigue delight.. an anti-boredom vocation for all your days and nights..
From my silent journey where my heart and mind collide.. pilot panoramic views.. with news from every side.. hear a tiny pin noise melody brings sound.. brazen I come home.. a song from solid ground..
Thought.. ‘most folks I speak of telepathy with have an experience.. usually with a family member.. in warning.. in love.. things happen.. when calm, it is clear that folks, many times, do not believe what they see.. be it out of fear.. inconvenient facts.. or some unknown inertia.. the illusion they seek to complete.. becomes less when what folks seek to escape is not considered’.. Peace Tony