LET THERE BE LIGHT...

18 August 2017 12:00 AM

The Mandela pulsated, the middle part, the nucleus, slightly; I saw sunlight in the petals.  Before that I saw a jackrabbit dashing across the desert, the ground where there are ridges of grass, some torn timber, cactus, plural, rocks which the hare dashed to for cover, hide baby hide.  I like that I saw that rabbit and that terrain.  Before I saw all that I saw a rift of red in the sky, I dismissed that though, power of positive thinking, I didn't want to manifest that so, I went elsewhere, oh the second floor of that library, I'm there, with the gold leather covers, but the pages inside are bare, okay, dance my fingers across the pages, make the writing manifest, this is your life, make it a good one, I saw a beautiful cat this morning, the cat with the sunshine in its fur, ah, was that what was reflective in the sky, the clear sky, oh raise your hands up towards the heavens, breathe deep, I LIKE my Mandela, why does it always want to drain, the color  genuflects, for a moment, it wants to get out of dodge, I have to figure out the name of the nucleus of a flower, the nucleus of the Mandela, the flower, the air seems as if it is fog-filled, ah that is the humidity, breathe deep and get to your feet, we are one with the ALL, the YIN to the YANG.