The slumber party is over

The rain will return

My heart will meet yours

You will see me crying

You will experience mercy

I am the eastern Sun

Angels singing and spinning

You were the Tao

I held you in a stormy pedal wave

Fear evaporating into love

Eagles return

Your door in the sand opens

I make haste with my feet

Love listen for chanting

Beloved BE

Bubbles rise in triumph

Hands touching romantically in green light

Dream again or forever hold your peace.

Ambition can turn into an addiction.

LOVE IS THE REAL THING.

 Motionless within summer leaves

The gray kitty sneezed

As the frost melts

The trees come alive

We all see the dream clearly

As the moon and the sun

Turn.

Tonight I wll investigate Doctor Jeckle for adaptation.

It is clear to me

We need to let cows roam through the city and make luxurious cow patties.

In some weird way I've been into math recently.

I think I have found myself counting thing more than any time in tiny adult life.  The city I am living in is becoming some form of numbers game probably in an attempt to to create order in a very diverse and hard to predict environment.  I'm learning a lot but mainly why children are so grateful that cartoons were invented.

What if the computers are turning us into robots?$?

As long as there is beauty and sun the world can't be to bad.

I love how people talk about Jews at a cafe as if it were impossible that a Jew could be in the room.

I am not happy with that actually

It is disrespectful and often sounds a bit racist.

Character is not achieved by becoming a character.

There must be a God