Meditation is my vehicle,
Sparkling galaxies pass by.
Millions of swirling lights,
All colors of the spectrum are they.
I glide from galaxy to galaxy.
Each more beautiful,
And awe inspiring than the last.
So many places so little time,
I would stay out if I could,
But the allure of the universe.
Must wait for another time.
Reality I must come back to is I like to eat,
So I have to get up on my feet,
Got places to go and people to meet.
I thank you for your colourful movie in which some of us have already been a century ago... sweet memoirs indeed... so, don't you think to upgrade yourself to the 'black-and-white' and start to do your journey for yourself, not for others?. . Cheers, alex
I would consider this more humorous than spiritual. Whatever it is that gets you into this meditative state, I'd like a piece of it. My meditation often involves just relaxing, generally while watching nature, and letting my mind wander. Your meditation is on a whole different plane. You are out there wandering between galaxies without a spaceship… Wow!
Sounds as if you are getting better & better each day, good on you, glad to hear it...thanks for ur comment on my recent post, it is most appreciated...-e-
Hear you loud and clear, Walt. I don't have to make that living, and I can't say it bothers me. I spend much time within my own galaxies, and am fortunate to not have time restraints as I do. That's a good thing. So is this poem.
A guide and challenge to Christians who want to live a life of true discipleship. It explains why worship is fundamental and how a life of true worship transforms one to Christ-likeness.
The world calls us to improve and promote ourselves. Is this
A guide and challenge to Christians who want to live a life of true discipleship. It explains why worship is fundamental and how a life of true worship transforms one to Christ-likeness.
The world calls us to improve and promote ourselves. Is this
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