Clouds hued themselves into an epiphany…poems spoke words of colors…felt the passionate evening sink into me like catharsis….sun was setting like streams of consciousness….mystics drifted in the sky like poetic music…their wings were playing the harp of the soul…my heart wandered, my soul was released from prison …all angst faded away.
The SEED of the WORD IS God Jehovah: The Fruit: Christ: and the essence The Holy Spirit. May all have a God filled Christmas and blessed New Year 2019.
We all know Solomon from the Old Testament. He was poet and a philosopher, blessed by God with wisdom. As an idiom Solomon stands for wisdom. I ask God to empower me to become a Solomon.
Stinking Rat is an idiom for having no luck at the lotteries. These days have been a stinking rat for me. When will my stinking rat days get over?
You with a fond heart memories/
A poem in the heart/
White veil covered the earth like a mystic bard. What a beauty—a poem is being painted on the earth. Mist is a silent music, a still opera, a dance that keeps the earth gay.
It poured like a celestial celebrity ….puddles formed on the earth ….pools of water lying like subdued aesthetics…Rain is an epiphanic poem, a bard wetting the earth and soaking it with love.