Mr Sun

[Manifestations]

Mr. Sun
Author: PJ..AKA Manifestations
February 19th 2007
Hello there Mr. Sunshine! Welcome to a new God-given day!
Thank you for rising up. For reaching out your glorious rays stretching so far and wide across earth's ceiling called sky!

OH sky, you are so comforting, so dependable. Always, always there. Never failing. You're there as the sun wakes up and stretches himself upon your canvas and remain steadfast when he folds into his sleep.
AND Oh sky.. when the lights, the stars within you are turned on you hold them ever so close at bay.

Oh stars, you light up the sleepy darkened sky and as travelers wander about Mother Earth, you are there always guiding the way.
BUT WAIT, there is someone else amongst you!

OH MOON.. you are so very shy. Just there always, and always there. Sometimes just a very small part of you. Sometimes half of you. But, there are those times when the FULL of you comes out amongst the starts and you shine.. You oh moon are then so very, very breathtaking!
And then you slowly dip into the edge of visibility and ....

HELLO once again.. Wonderful Mr. SUN!

PJ, aka Manifestations
Feb. 19th, 2007

[Mamo]

Nice writing PJ.. The sun, moon and the stars.. amazing how we can see them all under the same sky


Mahsa

[Manifestations]

Thank you so much Mamo!

Here is another of my writings:

HEAVEN BY MANIFESTATIONS
It was a Monday, so sweet, so comfortable. I think that heaven feels like this. It, heaven, is a state of mind, heart and spirit. Where it's as though everything stops. Not like never breathing again. Not like having no feeling. Not like a clock whose battery has run out. I think it's like standing at the shore of an ocean.

Your feet are bare and every grain of sand, you FEEL. It cradles your feet and softly hugs your toes. It's not grainy nor hot. Not cold or wet either. It is soft, soft like the skin of a newborn baby. And, as you're standing there cradled in the sand, a whisper of a wind ruffles your clothes about your body. Your clothes are loose. They fit yet, don't constrict. You feel as though you are without them. Not naked, just natural and comfortable in you skin, in your life's vessel provided by God. So comfortable, that you feel almost like you not only are not wearing clothes, but in fact, you feel as though you are not wearing your body. And, that whispering warm wind ripples your shirt in such a way that you feel as though your spirit is in flight, hovering about yourself, your vessel. Your hair dances about your face and head. It feels like the feathers of a dove. So soft, so light almost like they are there, yet not. The tips of your fingers tingle in an almost erotic way. And, you are sure you are feeling LIFE!

And, as you gaze through your cameras of life, your eyes, the water sparkles and dances a slow fluid rhythm of peace. The colors of this place we call earth become so brilliant, so defined that you swear you must be drug induced, dreaming or dead.

But, that gentle breeze takes you to flight and the dove's feathers awaken your mind. And, you feel a chill beginning, seeping into your toes and works its way through your body and erupts in your head. Every follicle of your hair tingles and you feel so RIGHT!

And, during the moment you realize who you are and why. You embrace yourself with comforting thoughts, with healing tears. Not tears of sadness but tears that sizzle as they touch every sadness, regret and embarrassment you have lived.
They don't put out those flames that have been smoldering your whole life. But, they drip upon the flames and begin to swirl. And, they join together and become many reflective pools. Pools that you can look into and see your reflection of feelings gone by.
And, you can stare straight into each pool and see and reflect upon your past lessons.

And, know without a doubt that you learned and you grew every time your soul stepped into another puddle. And, you know for sure now, that they never had any dirt nor mud like you thought at the time. But, they were the holy water of God's watering fertilizer that made you grow, to bloom, to flourish wildly. And, grow your soul.

That is, what heaven means and feels to me!

Written by Manifestations