Joy Our Love

 The lightest brilliance I could always remember.  My friend a happy Soul Ever Folk with her sight on smiling hearts and summertime. Laughing until Joy produces tears, in any sticky situation. How are we supposed to follow the sun when the plasma pours in to volcanoes on earth... the ends of the universe, innumerable in orbiting as each sun gazes back and beyond. Could a mallady for a moment be a remedy on vinyl, emoting a more perfect plastic container for the technology we love. The Christogenesis was on the holy lowly when horizontal got renovated. As I expand the heavens in this little town I remember Exodus. The time it took to return Phillips cap. The way Dave acquires I knowledge is in the perfect support of family as he acts as an edifice. It's true I've made some perfect errors. As I review The Quran I so strongly feel I will never wait again. When I do the Crab will be slap happy in the shallow water trimming tresses for the Aura of an able frog. The chameleon linger...

Sight, Sound, Smell, Taste, Touch: A bird, the wind, grain, good, go! Doing more, now; I am here. A raindow. Nitrogen's photon, sweet, eternal, near! How about reordering the senses, or inventing your own. Interact to Find, See, Hear, Touch, Express, and Maybe even Taste! One sense is always leading the others in experience-- whether we're working with light, a certain tastebud, or the universe giving its answers. In a physical world we get close to objects... people. We use Ole Gabrielson and Self Attunement. But in a quantum-evolved world we acknowledge; we aren't really even touching anything. That's God's place to operate and fuse His love. Truly, we aren't really touching anything! Here's what goes on internally, when we interact with atoms, cells and especially the very light itself (an information carrier), we wriggle and move-- cosmically sound and pure-- we retrieve something to communicate. Which is to say, we are giving a...