flowers
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Barefoot today at my parent’s house. We went through the woods behind their house back to this creek that’s back there and then we walked around the front yard. We’re really lucky we have around 3.5 acres and then it backs up to woods. The woods used to be completely undeveloped but there are houses…
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I used to be a boyBut that was yesterday.Today I am a grown-up.At least that’s what they say.I feel forever young inside.I guess that is a blessing.I like to keep them on their toes.Always keep them guessing.
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I love you all so deeply, My siblings—so completely. We fit together neatly. The haters too, are needed. I superceded nonsense. It no longer affects me. I let the world do what it will. I know it won’t reject me. My thoughts are words of God. And I have all the power. I just have…
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took some photos for you. Lovely little flowers Fill the lonely hours. Your blessing is respected. And all your effort reflected.
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Thank you GodSo much for thisI can’t express enoughJust how thankful I am for this.Even when it’s tough.I know now why I’m doing this.I know just why I’m here.It hasn’t been the smoothest road.But the way to You is clear.
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I don’t acknowledge anything.I don’t react at all.I’m learning to need less approvalFrom the audience in the Hall.My soul is just reflecting all thesePeople anyway.They think that they are real but IDon’t care what they all say.They are all projections here.The only real is God.And he is within everything.He’s energy, after all.
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It never made much sense to me thatFlowers could be weeds.Like calling people subhumanAs if they don’t have needs.All God’s creatures need our loveAnd none deserve our scorn.So celebrate the dandelions!Leave them so bees swarm.
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Flowers, too, need showers.It’s nearly April now.And all of them are thirsty.(I spoke to some just now.)They said to be so happy.I always am when rainComes to feed the flowersIt’s like my favorite day.I want them all to thrive.Be happy as they make me—I love you little flowers.I never will forsake thee.
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Heaven smells like flowers.At least that’s what I think.Wafting every hour.And maybe that’s the linkBetween this place that we’re in nowAnd the other one, above.Heaven must be filled with flowers.God is full of love.
Musings of the Mad 