Tuesday, December 11, 2007
shark water
shark water
wat do u think
first.paradise
P.A.R.A.D.I.S.E.
The soft lush green grasses tickle my ankles making me laugh out loud with pure joy. My mind and soul are open to this place.
A place that angels have blesses.
The tall mountains covered in sparkling snow glint as if the sun it self where a spot light shinning on the star of the show.
There are no buildings that thieve the sky of its own rich blue.
There are no cars and city sounds that distract one from hearing the true and steady beat of nature.
There are no lights that take away the brilliant stars.
A place where reality is truly just a small memory and the sun’s energy flows freely in, around and through you.
It is a place where anything can happen.
A place that one can call paradise
I never want to leave,
It is such a powerful place of beauty and happiness
I can feel the joy and peace the spiritual flow and the tranquility.
I lie down on the soft grass a warm breeze rushes over me.
I hear the birds and they sing like there is nothing else that matters
I hear the gentle and steady flow of trickling water the
Mountains.
Rivers.
Lakes.
Forests.
Streams.
Fields.
Hills.
All combined into one.
Nature
I can hear
The rhythm in which my heart beats and at the same time blends smoothly into the natural sounds.
I let it sink into me….
The hush of the forest is intimidating but I am not afraid
I know that in this land there is no evil. How can there be?
I sing with the birds so the sky and land can add another sound to their archives
I slowly get up not wanting to make any sudden movements for I know that this paradise will soon be swept away like the sea swept away the land.
I will have to return to the real world. Reality
But I do not worry.
Even time stops and listen to the gentle sounds,
To also experience the magnificence of this place I call paradise.
The water almost has a silvery tint as is it where tainted by a miniscule amount of mercury.
It runs freely over the polished stones
I touch the cool water expecting it to be cold but once again I am wrong.
It is warm and it feels smooth and soft against my bare skin
I feel this is the one place that has reached perfection.
This is my dream.
It is time to go back
Time to slip away into reality, as I've had to do so many times before