I D E as --- leap like a fostering dog’s sleeping zzzz’s in cartoon cloud bubbles and I enter the dreamless sanctuary of my car--tune in on the radio waves. My ship’s anchor drops down between many motivations and possibilities to ponder new skinny dips in the pond naked to explore exhalations, to take deep breaths of creativity. Kudos for not dragging your heels , but leaping into a reservoir of reverie untapped.
Time is of the essence in life. It is one rush to the ocean of life and the fusion of soul and cosmic spirit. A life filled with purpose makes a bountiful harvest.
I D E as --- leap like a fostering dog’s sleeping zzzz’s in cartoon cloud bubbles and I enter the dreamless sanctuary of my car--tune in on the radio waves. My ship’s anchor drops down between many motivations and possibilities to ponder new skinny dips in the pond naked to explore exhalations, to take deep breaths of creativity. Kudos for not dragging your heels , but leaping into a reservoir of reverie untapped.
Time is of the essence in life. It is one rush to the ocean of life and the fusion of soul and cosmic spirit. A life filled with purpose makes a bountiful harvest.
Thanks for your feedback, Richard.