 | "Photographs give our minds pictures to live by. Orbs in our photographs are the past, as are all photos. Bright orbs as these, see our own time as then, but now our time is to be seeing the images that were; as what we are now. The mind really creates the stories that we give it to create. |
Orb truth is tested with our own heart, with time. If the orbs are really true, then they, of our heart will give the answers that we are giving peace to.
Our everyday answers of dust and such are all answers to the question - what are the orbs? The spirits of each orb that, be it dust or a figment of fairy-dreams of mind; see the picture required for our own dreaming. Our dream of spirit is the dream of our heart to see ourselves as spirit. The only spirit of our own time here is our heart and soul spirit. This is the daytime and our own time calls for more spirits in the night of our own truth given peace; is the spirit that sends us all into the ferry that plies the waters of the same moat or the same passage of time, that in our minds, carry the same waters that fed the stream, that fed the figments going into the final street of mind, that carries our homes away and not give us peace.
Without these orbs of light and night, we give our homes no seat to give the roads' carriages a place to carry meat. The Merry men of our hearts, which carry our homes away to the final set truth of the lolly to eat sweets instead, give our importance the final straws of giving truth as the only answer, as all truth is a belief of our heart and soul and if this is not the answer given truth, then your own truth is the answer and that is the now-time beckoning the day of our lives here and now."
With Love
Lexene Burns
Orb truth is tested with our own heart, with time. If the orbs are really true, then they, of our heart will give the answers that we are giving peace to.
Our everyday answers of dust and such are all answers to the question - what are the orbs? The spirits of each orb that, be it dust or a figment of fairy-dreams of mind; see the picture required for our own dreaming. Our dream of spirit is the dream of our heart to see ourselves as spirit. The only spirit of our own time here is our heart and soul spirit. This is the daytime and our own time calls for more spirits in the night of our own truth given peace; is the spirit that sends us all into the ferry that plies the waters of the same moat or the same passage of time, that in our minds, carry the same waters that fed the stream, that fed the figments going into the final street of mind, that carries our homes away and not give us peace.
Without these orbs of light and night, we give our homes no seat to give the roads' carriages a place to carry meat. The Merry men of our hearts, which carry our homes away to the final set truth of the lolly to eat sweets instead, give our importance the final straws of giving truth as the only answer, as all truth is a belief of our heart and soul and if this is not the answer given truth, then your own truth is the answer and that is the now-time beckoning the day of our lives here and now."
With Love
Lexene Burns
RSS Feed
