I had to turn back

The patterns of frequencies

By flying off the handle

So I could be considered normal

Just as a puppy learns

To make extravagant claims

I try to meditate

Through the patterns “that” frustrate

Like a constant storm

I navigate conditioned impulses

Slowing these rockets falling

With soothing music so compelling

Our revealed garden

Sparks chirping bird’s hearts

Flowers dance in this landscape

And romance has found a new escape

11-12-11

This was written at HCMC on 11-1-11 when I went back to give LOVE to hospital.  Don’t worry – I knew what He was doing through me this time.  

Hey Anna Love,

I LOVE YOU!!!