Watch the night skies,
the scudding clouds, and the stars shining through the black.
Listen to the wind in the trees, and imagine the sound of the leaping non-existent words rush-sh-sh-ing past your ears. Let one or two enter and settle in your cerebrum, to grow there and fire your soul with their colour which has no description yet. Sleep with the warmth of a future fuschia.
The peace that every person on the planet should have is out there, behind all the nonsense that the world delivers and presents as truth. Insist on the real thing. Seek it out.
- August 14, 2017
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RANDOM RAMBLINGS
RandomRambling through life, one sees or experiences a lot of things, people, strange occurrences, funny happenings, that must be recorded for posterity. The never-ending parade of humanity colours our world.
