Ride the wave Buck the system Dive down deep Sing it Let them have it Go all out Jump at the chance Double down Roll the dice Better late than never Get their attention Knock it out of the park Get in the groove Now bust a move ~ We actually see so little of our vast surroundings, I'm surprised that we haven't grasped precisely how tiny we are compared to the whole. We are not without significance, but we are without question, tiny. ~ This life is already Heaven, our deeds lift the suffering veil. But you said that's the way it WOULD be, instead of the way it was... Are you a thief without a kingdom to subdue? [the bell ringing echoes throughout the darkness surrounding me] © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)