In each soul is a rhythm, a beat in which they walk through
life, a view of the world built upon the vibrations of a soul.
In each person there is an ability to apply art, the
coloring of our perceptions on to the imaginative stories of our dreams.
To reach fourth with vigor one must use both, the vibrations
of our soul, colored by our imaginative perceptions.
The willingness of mankind’s wish to change will be found in
the rhythms of our desires painted by the coloring of our perceptions.
Like two teens infatuated with the possibilities of love, of
desire even unto temptations does the imaginations play, setting forth a
thundering of the souls longing to be close enough that our perceptions are
held true by the coloring of the thought of loves first kiss.
The thumping of our soul’s willingness to paint life’s
colors.
Fear of change must be chained by art and music, for it is
within the thundering of passion does fear loose its power, ask this of the Teens.
The lust of violence of man can be conquered by mans own
lust. Ask this of a Parent.
The shear beauty of life is the coloring of our deeds by the
rhythm of our soul’s gift of life. Ask this of the Grandparent.
The coloring of life.
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