Tides

In the depth of your dreams, come to find a vast gathering of everydays. Everyday you find yourself doing the anticipated...there was once a glorious thing that happened in earnest...One that was the turning tide...One that I will call the ocean of daylight mysteries....That was the epitome, the zenith of all that could be and could have been , there was none other than 'I' here, there and everywhere, it echoed in the vastness...I have read a story about this called the Lotus Opened. Creation is a thing that bypasses all bygones., surpasses all surprises, circumvents all circles and reinvents all the dustiness of life by far. It has that capacity...If is questioned the legitimacy of anything, ask Thyself, your heart...you will be the sole holder of justice...but instantly you shall come to realize that what you say is going to mean vastly more than the mind can imagine. The written word has a secret sublime mystery and power..... it has the capacity to be retold as it is. The most profound truths are told in simple words......The next time I ever write I probably will shed more light