Heaven

It is my heaven to be lost in my thoughts with my pen. When in need of inspiration, I return to a book whose author embraces his heaven and invites me into it; it opens up a new window to my heaven.  Glory is the revelation to understand his picturesque language of choice that so intricately defines his heaven to an extent that grows my heaven!  The world is of thought and heaven is experienced as soon as we visit or feel it.  To be filled so fully with wonder and inspiration, to allow the Kingdom of Heaven be realmed inside of us is baptism and this is the true experience of love.

No material thing in this world could ever provide the pleasures of heaven.  Beauty lies within the heart; the mind, not in looks but in the awakening from within.   The world forms us to be outward in action but you must wake up your inside!  Observe, not to judge what you see but to build your heaven.  This is our meaning.  Life is in the waters that flow within!  People are the winds that create the currents, yourself- the boat with a destiny.  Let the waters take you where it may and heaven is the experience of peace!

We long to do things in the flesh- vacations to mountains and coasts, to tropical isles and sunny deserts but that is not where the satisfaction is.  There will only be dissatisfaction in the flesh but the experience in the mind, in the thought, in the language that builds the idea or the dream that creates a smile in the heart.  The answer is within!  No medications, nor foods, nor man's interpretations can satisfy the hunger for heaven and the longing to return to it!

It is a disease that we suffer works, giving ourselves to employers, to works for people and arguments over views of anything.  Once heaven is experienced by anyone, the answer is known to him.  For we long to return to heaven while we are away doing the fleshy things man requires of us.  The pressures we bring upon ourselves, making us slaves to anything, to any person, to any object.

Blessed are the homeless, the jobless, the fatherless, the childless and the friendless.  For the freedom of heaven is his, without interruption!  Nothing pulls him away from heaven to answer to the world.  He is in the world, but not of it and therefore it serves him.  He submits to no one, nor is he forced to be anyone who he isn't.  He lives in his privacy and God is with him.

What man calls disfigurement or deformity is not of the individual for he is most honorable!  Blessed is he whose embodiment is immobile as his expectations to perform in this world is not demanded.  Notice how he smiles!  He may be without communication or expression to tell you about it, but he has it!

How stupid is the one that gets caught up with the world and with performances! Emerson best paints with vocabulary his understanding.  The blessed man invited me to share the secret to heaven.  Seeds are thoughts and oh how they grow! They grow as the reach the paper- never to be forgotten.  Perhaps heaven, of thinking and writing his world, belong to the poet.  But aren't we all poets?   Dreams, imaginations and vacations are a piece of the mind, escape routes from the prisons of the world.

Free is the man locked up in solitude for he is able to experience heaven should he seek it.

Blessed is he who can forget the fears man has instilled in him.  Blessed is he who shows this instruction effectively to his children.  Blessed is the relationship when the couple both embrace heaven and fleshly requirements to fulfill a fleshy need.  Blessed is the humbled spirits and the unison of the two.

Cursed is the worldly man who work for desires.  For heaven will not be gotten.

Pen and Paper

Writing is Love...

Let the pen touch the paper, who longs to feel pen's smooth and simple touch. They were made for each other, for their togetherness is forever permanent unlike the pencil, whose color is gray and dull and forever correcting itself. The paper is true and humble, she accepts the good with the bad, the wrong with the right. Paper lies in wait for her mate who'll forever leave his impression on her heart.

Writing is a Dance...

When pen and paper touch a dance takes place. Paper, the foundation for the pen to show his stuff. His cursive language is beautiful as the curves of the letters seduce the lines- and often crosses them. As the paper smiles, the pen adds a few more curls to his loops and swagger to his moves- Paper to forever remember.

Writing is a Gift...

Because of words a ledger was created, first by pictures and simple symbols serving as instructions or clues then the alphabet took the lead.. Oh how precious it is and the art is overlooked! how we can communicate without speaking. One is never alone as long as he has a pen with no plans and paper looking for a touch and to create a world you don't even have to write much! The new world takes form and it's your duty to explore the new land. Each stroke of the pen adds color across the hills, flowers and clouds fill landscapes and birds take flight into the air. The imagination builds the ship that sail seas and gulls that calls overhead. Beautiful are words. Beautiful are thoughts. Beautiful is the pen and is the paper once you lived on it!

Recording Thoughts

"Follow your thought until you have thought as much about it as you can with the amount of knowledge you posses.  If you are reaching a conclusion on a matter, no matter the matter, let it satisfy you and you alone."

In a day, one can skim over thousands of thoughts.  If thoughts aren't fully thought through, where should they go but forever retained or suppressed into the subconsciousness and forgotten.

The many mini thoughts are perfectly happy in the subconsciousness- they are mostly mental notes of images and activities- snapshots.

But what about the subjects you wish to investigate?  You mustn't let it go, you must consider whatever subject it may be. A broken thought will lead nowhere therefore do not break it.

Record your mental note; write it down.  The road starts paving the way to the final destination; the conclusion.  

A fully thought out idea is a historical movement and shall serve good purposes to the future reader of the recorded thought. He may accept or reject the idea but that is neither here or there as the purpose is to show the reader the thought has been considered to the matter and what you've written shows how far you've gotten with it.

He either adds to the thought, uses the thought elsewhere or the written thought induces a whole other thought.  Recording thought is, in itself, a thought provoking process.

Follow your thought until you have thought as much about it as you can with the amount of knowledge you posses.  If you are reaching a conclusion on a matter, no matter the matter, let it satisfy you and you alone. 

Noting the thought as you think it paves the road so that the thought does not die.  A recorded or written thought becomes factual.

We are here because of thought and we are the cause of thought.  

We do as a result of thought and we have because of thought  

We will once we have thought it but cannot until we think it.