Arsenio Rodriguez - December 18, 2007
This day cannot be.
It has not happened yet
No headlines or buzz for hype
No plans or theories to describe.
It has not been imagined.
So I rest within potentials
Under bed covers unexpressed
Till wake up time.
This hidden song stirs
Itching everything
Yearning for dreams
Exploding in consequence
Mother, your bow was too stretched
Now I am hurled into this space
Still embedded in the unimagined
But cast inevitably in panoramic
Illusion
Born out, yet at rest
Expressed, yet not
Wondering why,
inevitably as I lie.
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Posted by Arsenio Rodriguez at December 18, 2007 06:56 PM
THE PROMISE OF CONSCIOUSNESS
(words by James Taylor)
You just call out My Name
And I'll be whereever you are
I'll come runnin'
To see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
Yes I will
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(If you haven't left a comment here before, you may need to be approved by the site owner before your comment will appear. Until then, it won't appear on the entry. Thanks for waiting.)THE PROMISE OF CONSCIOUSNESS
(words by Ja
Beautiful!
And when I opened my eyes,
Beautiful!
And when I opened my eyes,
I saw the Moon smiling at me.
So I turned over in the clouds,
to continue dreaming of Me.
Love, char