Do You See What I See?

My computer is very slow in updating today, but I was patient and I am now in the weeds looking up from the pussy willows.  Sharks are in the waters off Oahu, but I claim myself a being of Midwestern origins at this time.  The exhaustion from a disrupted night of sleep has now melded with the wallpaper.  I can be part of many stories simultaneously.  Indiana held the night, and now the day is cradled in even the farmlands of Minnesota.  I speak with my mind and find the time to testify for even a pair of theologians who cross my path.  I am best just being me at this time.  Sunshine makes me blind, and laws are not kind in the mind of miscreants and thieves.  I just rock to the melody of a virgin nightingale at midnight.  Crows call the moon and eagles fly free around this traveling minstrel.  Complications are afoot, but I make it all plain English and muster the flame to create a butterfly from a glass of water, not a chrysalis.  These beings of animal and insect community are the fauna who dwell in the flora.  Start to see the analogies and the three men on the hill will be shepards, not wise men.  One is deceit, bringing a worthless Mir in hand.  One is confusion as a living prophet.  He bears frankincense for a foreign authority.  The third is a channel for two who work as an FBI crime fighting team in this here and now.  THEY are the beauty and the elite, carrying the precious gold.  I offer you the CHALICE and move you on the game board of Starbucks Corporation around me.  Christ will now offer the challenges to mind and morality that you three cannot see.  It is all reality and now the Mr. Smith spirituality can be seen and protected in the mind's eye producing a religious tree that is NOT an analogy.