Words of S Brian Adam



absorption wakened crafted the craft how the silent cloud holds its fascination close in heart while it is raining now a cat calling fullest sound great rewards of retributions our cloud is in history nebulous affirmed history is a cloud on the horizon is the bed of the dream mine I love though I never sleep I do dream as further it remains as it speaks my name and asks me where I am I do not know the cloud smiles and passes by fixed in seeing without cease such and such dream ecce homo feline decision in secret meeting in itself confirmation of knowledge as to when to act belying nothing remains imknown when g-d feline strikes as absolute never foreseen held abeyance secret seen occurring reaction held in laughter abstinence in strike a role a purpose in decision lighting the imperturbable dark distinct in function fore placed in education trained to abstain until time of notice is attained  revealing mysteries in sudden holding darkness illumination in rapidity of sensed-thought the strike so much the horizons mold linking vision speaking instantly vast territories persuasive-time enframimg infinite silence approaches again and again g-d desires to act I am it says you show me so as I am you and you are me and the stone is in bliss knowing this a mind of thought that holds imagination forth before and in this retinue  of shadows filled with infancies minds shades displaying dream details fulfillment again accordingly feline grace holding place insistence secret and then yes I want says g-d to act again and again hindered only by rapid imagination my feline strike holding the whisper of abeyance the smile given me in complex security infinite history of mystery that provokes the holding in abeyance intersecting strike of pre absolved reality  purposes conditions no grievances held by the sky in its mind domain my imagination historical cloud containment release a deluge and respite in litany of one word sound enabling me and all is born vision ocular mind the hidden mantis prays everywhere direction sees and seen an answer in the realm hold evidence as the gift falling from the horizon a stone the sound of origins this fullness I must adhere and drown in my ear that sound  exploded vision my strike attaining g-d feeling around in me feline abeyance positioning in the swirls g-d- self- provision act in waiting ceremony in revisions rivers are in motion elsewhere to a mind

holds imagination forth before and in this retinue  of shadows filled with infancies minds shades displaying dream details fulfillment again accordingly feline grace holding place insistence secret and then yes I want says g-d to act again and again hindered only by rapid imagination my feline strike holding the whisper of abeyance the smile given me in complex security infinite history of mystery that provokes the holding in abeyance intersecting strike of pre absolved reality  purposes conditions no grievances held by the sky in its mind domain my imagination historical cloud containment release a deluge and respite in litany of one word sound enabling me and all is born vision ocular mind the hidden mantis prays everywhere direction sees and seen an answer in the realm hold evidence as the gift falling from the horizon a stone the sound of origins this fullness I must adhere and drown in my ear that sound  exploded vision my strike attaining g-d feeling around in me feline abeyance positioning in the swirls g-d- self- provision act in waiting ceremony in revisions rivers are in motion elsewhere to a mind I will find where it is said to fall through my hand it forcefully grasps with no rancor against itself prepared structure in full need protection of significance agreement of the partnership where it is raining placidly light drizzle moistening silent perpetuation there is no guessing while light breaks a flood and stops and a flood again in upon itself it trembles climbs and climbs a testing wall it seems I walk around a can’t refrain I fly I walk I sleep in the dream it waits and stands immobile inscrutable to a glance within my soul trembles for the wishing knowing fascinations realm wrenching me from stability to stability I agree and softly turn away and still it is there the climbing wall in the mystery enter her she does not sway the air is called to light the place that is called a face remember me I cry and turn the thought of this stability


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