Colors of Me

I work with the electric in me and try to calm the feeling of ionic frenzy.  Describing the feeling of revealing a ringing true of blue in the land of green is my newest scene.  I am directing my sight and making it right.  It is formulating a theory and eliminating the derivatives that cannot be.  Science in me is leading to a new mind of focus and pink.  Colors can mean things that words cannot express, and hypothesis can be formed from.  Be open to the new and you may see a reality in you that is a dark shade of sunshine yellow. 

Evolving Spirit

The chirping is enough.  The buds on the trees ever elongate in front of me.  I am free to see this reality outside my window.  Concentration on freedom, not restriction, is what I am working with.  Boxes may vary, but even the Earth can seem like a box to some.  I look for the vastness within and find ideas that can just be the birth of making some healthy soup or something with beans I have never seen.  Creating is the bliss of that vastness and in this quiet box I retrieve a piece of my soul I may have lost along the way.  Maybe I did that even more today.  A song in the air and a song in my heart makes God more immortal and beside me in a hand and hand way.  Signed, The Idea of Me