My Spiritual Windows Prose - Copyright@lsmyers
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Calling you to me
To the one that has gone
To the one I feel despair
This day I hold your thoughts so clear
I hold the link between you and me
I hold the energy to once again be free
Free to be you and me
Joined again as is chosen to be
I send you my thoughts, as you stand by me, energized by the power of three
Distance is not, only the illusions seen
Bringing you back as I call to thee
Hear my call, hear my whisper and be
Once again you stand next to me
My call is of all distance, my call to thee
To once again be close to me
The whisper of hope and love to thee
Return my call; once again stand next to me
For we are not divided, or without hope need be
We stand together now, without space from you to me
Hush the voice, hush the cry for me
Only see you, only see me
Once again without distance may be
Once again I stand with you next to me
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Cloud and the Moonbeams
I tell you a tale, I tell you it’s true
Of a wonderful ruse, to time holds a truth
To tale of a time, when wonders ran true
To be of a time in ole history
To take flight hold true
On a being called Cloud and a whimsical blue moon.
Now Cloud is a mighty strong steed
But for he to fly high, the rider was key
To call of his strength, to fly high and true
The mighty Cloud took flight on a blue moon.
With stardust to light the way of the steed
Cloud and his rider were the majesty
The rider was free and open to Clouds decree
To fly stardust beams to the land of the seas.
As Cloud flew beyond all time
The rider was but the adventurer sublime
Where on this night of the blue moon and mime
Will you great Cloud, my mighty steed find the light of the moon, the blue of the seas?
As Cloud flew past all that was known to the rider
The light of the moon wrapped her beams tighter
Oer’ galaxies, stars, dimensions beyond.
The blue of the sea of a magical home.
The dolphins called to the mighty steed,
“Cloud come fly oer’ the moons blue seas.
Follow the stardust beams if you please
Be of the moonbeams in the land of the seas”
As Cloud flew a pattern oer’ the land of the seas
His rider took flight and became of the sea.
Danced with the dolphins, playing in the sea
With moonbeams becoming the slides to the sea.
As the moonbeams gave way to the sun’s early glow
Cloud once again became one with the rider below.
Cloud and his rider would now return home.
Bidding the land of the sea ~ goodbye and hello
Cloud and his rider took their journey home.
Passing through the sea depths and on through the flow,
Cloud and his rider were now home in their sun below.
So now when you see the blue moon of the night,
Know only that Cloud and his rider have taken flight.
To the land of the sea, where the dolphins wait in prose.
Home is the Sun ~ above and below.
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Desire and Destiny
God takes desire and creates destiny.
Not one destiny, just desire.
Love just how you desire.
For God one desire has a love about the woven tone.
God will answer from Love.
Find one desire you have and find love.
A café will be found and a love and casting a call for love absolute.
Love God, and call Jesus and be peace.
God can be greater under peace.
Desire is a fun you, with tall desires.
Be a trusting energy, keep the seer in your heart.
Just have patience, pray one now.
I leave your one desire, creating destiny.
Your trust, always calls a God energy.
God finds a new justification complete.
You can tell I desire your one destiny, with your one desire.
Tap into your destiny from just understanding to leave fear at the Jesus energy.
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Explosion of the Unseen
Life would be so easy if in an ultimate triumph,
the explosion could be defined.
Not so easily as you would define a natural or
physical bodied explosion.
But an explosion of what the world does not
reveal to you. That which is embodied of spirit,
feeling, aspiration and all in the known world
which adrenaline's you.
Giving you that unseen substance which really governs your eternity. The ingredients which combine in creating your internal being, Derived from infancy, childhood, joy, sorrow, literature and environment.
And if at some point the energies that make you an alignment of high energy on intersecting paths, would result in the ultimate explosion.
How now do you explain the aftermath? Relief,
rebuilding, remorse, or re-enactment for the next
explosion?
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For only a moment
Sitting on a park bench in the early evening hours on a windy spring day concluding a single moment, takes to canvas of the
thought just as brush strokes would bring the images to visual interpretation. Young man sharing the picnic table of the
shelter with his thoughts deeply into a book being read creating his own canvas of the evening while a walking/biking trail
in the background appears to being trafficked as a road way of relaxation being traveled by walkers, riders, children nestled
in riders behind parents bikes largely in good spirits with the occasional child or adult balking at the intent of another to
bring them along on the evening journey. Playground bustling with small children climbing and sliding to squeals of delight
as adult observes antics possibly being remembered from days gone by. Grandparents slowly swinging a toddler as her
expressions change from being unsure to accepting the feeling of her short flight through the air in her swing as older girls
occupy nearby swings showing how swiftly they can sail the breezes to the toddler. Father and son approach on bikes from
the trail with two plastic squirt guns as the father instructs his son to fill the toys and prompting his son to find other
children wiling to play and interact for a short time this evening, quickly a line of children surround him anxious to be a part
of his moment as they begin to play and exchange the toy guns with one another catching the small streams of water on
their clothes, face and arms. Interaction in full play floating through the spring breezes and child play being observed while
two children are finding excitement in being released from their tether of the seat behind a bike, with the older child
running to join the squirt gun activity and a baby being placed in the grass to touch and play with a substance maybe
foreign to him until this moment gently touching and releasing his hands from the earth while watching the expressions on
his mothers face securing acknowledgment in his young mind and affirmation life is alright even sitting in this space of
greenery. Constant flocking of birds flies from the trees behind the trail to circle and watch with an occasional squirrel
coming into the midst in curiosity and hope a child might drop a particle of the many snacks attempting to be held while
maneuvering over the playground obstacles. Blue skies with clouds moving swiftly through the air as tree branches sway
with the force of the air at times swiftly then settling into a brief calm before the next wave of movement starts. Very
young baseball player’s start swinging their small bats awaiting a practice time scheduled in a nearby field, minds
seasonably occupied in future events of the night and dreams being realized as they remember and attempt to see
themselves as larger adults viewed in the past memories of their minds. Basketball players rush to the hoop in play in the
parking lot, blocking, shooting and running to defend their positions on the court as they play a fast paced game seemingly
loving the chance of bringing together the opponents to make tonight a success.
All images painted to memory from a moment of observation and inhaling life surrounded by activity on this eve of spring
at a moment in time. One moment, one set of images never to be revealed again as seen physically though replayed from
a canvas painted to the mind and images held. Observed by one, missed by others as moments are painted differently
through each moment of our existence as we flow through the breezes of our minds and lives in the creation of either
memories of fleeting passing moments left to escape observation unperceptive to time we see as fleeting rather than full
of life. Are the moments lost through non-reflection or are they stored through the eyes of the soul constantly interpreting
on a sub-conscious level for possible recall with our choosing on the level of interpreting and remembering as we stream
unconsciously through a conscious world. Missing and forgoing the imprints we are given to observe in a rush to a future
more anticipated event of our creating already seen with greater importance than what we have let slip into an oblivious
process of movement each day as we paint the canvas on our never ending story without review of that which was given.
The young man sharing this table engrossed in his book is not without doing the same in a process of future remembering
of surroundings and fulfillment as the pages turned into a world of words being explored. Parents focused intently on their
children playing on the gyms and slides have not lost this moment as a future memory, only processing the thoughts to
share later through the many forms of media they hold and expand life with another who is not present. A son with two
squirt guns filled with water who attracted so many other children for play carries a memory of sharing and co –existing
through the use of tool available in a single moment. A baby boy touching the grass carries the memory as his future steps
will be made over the tops of a fabric today seen as so foreign but now accepted. Children balking at the thought of walks
on the trail or partners who spent the moment exchanging words of unwillingness to walk together for a few moments will
hold future walks without grimace in the stroll.
All observed, perceived , learning moments of life – yet a single moment filled with many moments synchronized as one,
only one spread over canvases painted in the minds of many with no two images being quite the same. What detail of your
day in a single moment have you taken time to see and really be a part of your existence as others stream through your
life? Your choice, your life, your observance and your opportunity to be a part of life which will not be returned in this life
journey, only reviewed if the painting as been stored through your eyes of the soul and microphones of the heart.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________
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Calling you to me
To the one that has gone
To the one I feel despair
This day I hold your thoughts so clear
I hold the link between you and me
I hold the energy to once again be free
Free to be you and me
Joined again as is chosen to be
I send you my thoughts, as you stand by me, energized by the power of three
Distance is not, only the illusions seen
Bringing you back as I call to thee
Hear my call, hear my whisper and be
Once again you stand next to me
My call is of all distance, my call to thee
To once again be close to me
The whisper of hope and love to thee
Return my call; once again stand next to me
For we are not divided, or without hope need be
We stand together now, without space from you to me
Hush the voice, hush the cry for me
Only see you, only see me
Once again without distance may be
Once again I stand with you next to me
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Cloud and the Moonbeams
I tell you a tale, I tell you it’s true
Of a wonderful ruse, to time holds a truth
To tale of a time, when wonders ran true
To be of a time in ole history
To take flight hold true
On a being called Cloud and a whimsical blue moon.
Now Cloud is a mighty strong steed
But for he to fly high, the rider was key
To call of his strength, to fly high and true
The mighty Cloud took flight on a blue moon.
With stardust to light the way of the steed
Cloud and his rider were the majesty
The rider was free and open to Clouds decree
To fly stardust beams to the land of the seas.
As Cloud flew beyond all time
The rider was but the adventurer sublime
Where on this night of the blue moon and mime
Will you great Cloud, my mighty steed find the light of the moon, the blue of the seas?
As Cloud flew past all that was known to the rider
The light of the moon wrapped her beams tighter
Oer’ galaxies, stars, dimensions beyond.
The blue of the sea of a magical home.
The dolphins called to the mighty steed,
“Cloud come fly oer’ the moons blue seas.
Follow the stardust beams if you please
Be of the moonbeams in the land of the seas”
As Cloud flew a pattern oer’ the land of the seas
His rider took flight and became of the sea.
Danced with the dolphins, playing in the sea
With moonbeams becoming the slides to the sea.
As the moonbeams gave way to the sun’s early glow
Cloud once again became one with the rider below.
Cloud and his rider would now return home.
Bidding the land of the sea ~ goodbye and hello
Cloud and his rider took their journey home.
Passing through the sea depths and on through the flow,
Cloud and his rider were now home in their sun below.
So now when you see the blue moon of the night,
Know only that Cloud and his rider have taken flight.
To the land of the sea, where the dolphins wait in prose.
Home is the Sun ~ above and below.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Desire and Destiny
God takes desire and creates destiny.
Not one destiny, just desire.
Love just how you desire.
For God one desire has a love about the woven tone.
God will answer from Love.
Find one desire you have and find love.
A café will be found and a love and casting a call for love absolute.
Love God, and call Jesus and be peace.
God can be greater under peace.
Desire is a fun you, with tall desires.
Be a trusting energy, keep the seer in your heart.
Just have patience, pray one now.
I leave your one desire, creating destiny.
Your trust, always calls a God energy.
God finds a new justification complete.
You can tell I desire your one destiny, with your one desire.
Tap into your destiny from just understanding to leave fear at the Jesus energy.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________
Explosion of the Unseen
Life would be so easy if in an ultimate triumph,
the explosion could be defined.
Not so easily as you would define a natural or
physical bodied explosion.
But an explosion of what the world does not
reveal to you. That which is embodied of spirit,
feeling, aspiration and all in the known world
which adrenaline's you.
Giving you that unseen substance which really governs your eternity. The ingredients which combine in creating your internal being, Derived from infancy, childhood, joy, sorrow, literature and environment.
And if at some point the energies that make you an alignment of high energy on intersecting paths, would result in the ultimate explosion.
How now do you explain the aftermath? Relief,
rebuilding, remorse, or re-enactment for the next
explosion?
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________
For only a moment
Sitting on a park bench in the early evening hours on a windy spring day concluding a single moment, takes to canvas of the
thought just as brush strokes would bring the images to visual interpretation. Young man sharing the picnic table of the
shelter with his thoughts deeply into a book being read creating his own canvas of the evening while a walking/biking trail
in the background appears to being trafficked as a road way of relaxation being traveled by walkers, riders, children nestled
in riders behind parents bikes largely in good spirits with the occasional child or adult balking at the intent of another to
bring them along on the evening journey. Playground bustling with small children climbing and sliding to squeals of delight
as adult observes antics possibly being remembered from days gone by. Grandparents slowly swinging a toddler as her
expressions change from being unsure to accepting the feeling of her short flight through the air in her swing as older girls
occupy nearby swings showing how swiftly they can sail the breezes to the toddler. Father and son approach on bikes from
the trail with two plastic squirt guns as the father instructs his son to fill the toys and prompting his son to find other
children wiling to play and interact for a short time this evening, quickly a line of children surround him anxious to be a part
of his moment as they begin to play and exchange the toy guns with one another catching the small streams of water on
their clothes, face and arms. Interaction in full play floating through the spring breezes and child play being observed while
two children are finding excitement in being released from their tether of the seat behind a bike, with the older child
running to join the squirt gun activity and a baby being placed in the grass to touch and play with a substance maybe
foreign to him until this moment gently touching and releasing his hands from the earth while watching the expressions on
his mothers face securing acknowledgment in his young mind and affirmation life is alright even sitting in this space of
greenery. Constant flocking of birds flies from the trees behind the trail to circle and watch with an occasional squirrel
coming into the midst in curiosity and hope a child might drop a particle of the many snacks attempting to be held while
maneuvering over the playground obstacles. Blue skies with clouds moving swiftly through the air as tree branches sway
with the force of the air at times swiftly then settling into a brief calm before the next wave of movement starts. Very
young baseball player’s start swinging their small bats awaiting a practice time scheduled in a nearby field, minds
seasonably occupied in future events of the night and dreams being realized as they remember and attempt to see
themselves as larger adults viewed in the past memories of their minds. Basketball players rush to the hoop in play in the
parking lot, blocking, shooting and running to defend their positions on the court as they play a fast paced game seemingly
loving the chance of bringing together the opponents to make tonight a success.
All images painted to memory from a moment of observation and inhaling life surrounded by activity on this eve of spring
at a moment in time. One moment, one set of images never to be revealed again as seen physically though replayed from
a canvas painted to the mind and images held. Observed by one, missed by others as moments are painted differently
through each moment of our existence as we flow through the breezes of our minds and lives in the creation of either
memories of fleeting passing moments left to escape observation unperceptive to time we see as fleeting rather than full
of life. Are the moments lost through non-reflection or are they stored through the eyes of the soul constantly interpreting
on a sub-conscious level for possible recall with our choosing on the level of interpreting and remembering as we stream
unconsciously through a conscious world. Missing and forgoing the imprints we are given to observe in a rush to a future
more anticipated event of our creating already seen with greater importance than what we have let slip into an oblivious
process of movement each day as we paint the canvas on our never ending story without review of that which was given.
The young man sharing this table engrossed in his book is not without doing the same in a process of future remembering
of surroundings and fulfillment as the pages turned into a world of words being explored. Parents focused intently on their
children playing on the gyms and slides have not lost this moment as a future memory, only processing the thoughts to
share later through the many forms of media they hold and expand life with another who is not present. A son with two
squirt guns filled with water who attracted so many other children for play carries a memory of sharing and co –existing
through the use of tool available in a single moment. A baby boy touching the grass carries the memory as his future steps
will be made over the tops of a fabric today seen as so foreign but now accepted. Children balking at the thought of walks
on the trail or partners who spent the moment exchanging words of unwillingness to walk together for a few moments will
hold future walks without grimace in the stroll.
All observed, perceived , learning moments of life – yet a single moment filled with many moments synchronized as one,
only one spread over canvases painted in the minds of many with no two images being quite the same. What detail of your
day in a single moment have you taken time to see and really be a part of your existence as others stream through your
life? Your choice, your life, your observance and your opportunity to be a part of life which will not be returned in this life
journey, only reviewed if the painting as been stored through your eyes of the soul and microphones of the heart.
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