So many stories.

One for every soul, heart, mind, and body.

So much water under, over, around and through the bridge.

The bridge where all the many types of music come together, just like you and I in blended yoga.

So many stories I tell myself.  

How did I come to believe them?

Stories

Magic, Mysteries, Fantasies, and Myths in blended streams of spirit, thought, and emotion.

Blended Inductive beings, my loves, they’re born and die- unspeakable beauty evanesces.

Where my resolve dissolves, I melt into a greater Love flowing.

I surrender to my unknowing, and I think you’re glowing.

Stories I tell myself.

Truth is stranger than fiction- so much fiction I’ve told myself: art, science, self-reliance.

Musical notes-beats, defeats; two games-one visible, one invisible-evanescence.

Love’s my best answer-meaning of life, purpose too, and I just love living in the zoo, and free too.

Who knew?

Stories of us.

How did we get on this bus?   Was I sleepwalking-sleeptalking again?  God I love you as my friend.

Do I need to have a reason?  How about the seasons?  Life cycles in daydreams, sleeping too. 

Let’s co-create in lucid daydreams.  Let’s dream up something new.

Past is gone; present is here; future is just a dream. Let’s dream up a love story.

Maybe they’re all love stories, the dramas and traumas, the fetters.

Open wide, God provides, and so we join in His story.

History, triune co-creation, the stories of us.

In the purest love, the will to power is gone.

I see your face, a point of grace.

Grace, Faith and Love.

Here and Now

Holy Cow!

Stories