LOVE NAMED LOVE AND REMEMBERS LOVE AS NOTHING BUT LOVE

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Hi All, Love to YOU

 

 

 

 

 

LOVE NAMED LOVE AND REMEMBERS LOVE AS NOTHING BUT LOVE

(Subtitled: And The Masses Came To Me Today)

 

 

Li'l Annie Fannie (fka Oakley) rides in guns blazing,

Not quite the dervish on her noble steed,

(Seems her trusty Palomino has been repossessed and someone

lent her a cantankerous ol' mule)

Cough! Cough! Gag. Splutter. Cough.

Stirring up the dusty dust and let me see, it's about

High noon, pigtails flying,

 

" Hey you guys " , she looks out from the center of the arena,

a staged show,

" Sheesh, did ya miss me, even just a little? "

A silly wicked smile crosses her face,

" I just woke up again, and guess what, you were all in my dream. "

 

Go figure.

And I almost forgot my role of a lifetime, I got lost in being just me,

Playing the starving poet who-would-be-guru for a day or two.

 

So now I'll just ask ya'll a question. I had another of those damned

Visions that get me in Trouble (with a capital T) with Reality

Instead of the wall, I saw a book and a hand turning the page, so it's

A brand new day, and if you'll allow me the honour of your company,

I'll hang around for a wee bit longer, and thank you for asking, I'm feeling

A whole lot better since I got THE CURE. Hallelujah. Praise be to God.

Amen.

Amen. I say unto you....

(Whoops, I got hijacked again!)

After all, there's only I Am, and I had to get uninvolved with my extravagant

indoctrination of my erstwhile esteemed and noble companion of almost 60 years,

(hot diggety dog diggety, I'm an old firedog;-)

an inclination and propensity dispensing

and alternately defense-ing ultimately and oh-so-intimately a residual if not

continual self-proclamation

in the verdant forest

of-my-self-concern, a value system based on givings and misgivings of what is

hell on earth and what heaven would be like if it came down from the mountain

and returned to earth in the form of what love looks like and damn it, here I

was

Found, lost and wandering in this vast untamed and unnamed desert....

 

This addiction to " U " .

(Now, be kind folks, it just might happen to " Yours Truly " .)

 

(A vivid and kindred spirit in the fertile valley called my imagination,

risen from the depths of the crescent moon-shadow, pointing to an alternate

reality entirely subsistent on my being eaten alive by all kinds of minds of

the dearly departed and ever-so-hungry ghosts.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Raise the Vibration,

Ana