The New Golden Age
I realized a life on the sun Warm gentle breezes of passion kissed my life ever so sweetly Solar ejections omitted data to hold and be strong for a new day is upon us and we shall all prosper in love and good fortune Tongues will sing new songs and gold and platinum coins shall spit out from all the mouths of menWe will know this to be so The nectar of fruit and bark will flow in the rivers for us to anoint our selves oftenThe gardens will be viable and plenty Speech will be different and waves of subtle frequency shall be how we connect Love will be tangible like oxygen and nitrogen Floating will be the new walking giving us a feeling of euphoria Eating and drinking will be like breathing Our bodies will be an evident sarcophagus of nutrients attracting shapesThe only aspect of the old world elevated up will be changeFor it is truly the only real miracle we will experience Death will only be a visit and how long you stay will be entirely up to you. But the must amazing thing of all is that we will see the God and Goddesses swimming up above us like cascading clouds at sun down omitting colors of yellows and blues so bright we will long for no thing
Sunwarrior7
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2b2b2 says: Eloquent Penning....Namaste |
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