A Commanding Light

I have had a day like a whisper, and now the tiger is waking.  Maybe there are some atonements that he should make.  There is not expectation, only a soft shifting of paperwork.  Can a land mass stand when there is only sin that takes place upon it?  I wish for a time where the menagerie of all of you begins to listen and to take heed of the warnings.  I do not speak of going green.  I speak of getting away from my tail.  You all have decided to rock in rocking chairs as this cat tries to just get through the room and the community.  I place a mint on my tongue and ponder my day.  Maybe some places call, but they are not in a mind space to be gentile to me.  Last night hurt to eternity, but I remained self contained and shunned the calls of all counsel to reach out to beings that are like the flying monkeys from The Wizard of Oz.  I made it through and even found the Zen space to do my dishes.  Are you all ready for me to step out?  It may happen this week.  That just means that I journey backwards after I have moved forward.  Enter my dreams and I do pay attention, but I also stay mindful of the disease that is still in these vicinities.  The tiger was not out in its enclosure yesterday, but maybe we got to have a natural skipping tryst in his dreams.  I had calm waters in my dreams last night.  Police are forming their unities, and soon they will either be high or low.  If you choose sin against almighties, you will not win.  Listen to the bark of Pagan and you may as well admit the false idols you are worshiping.  After that, God help you.  Just remember that the only true commandment is DON'T FUCK YOUR KIDS.