[Lady Jag]

Happy Tuesday, Hot Girl!

[MEG33]

LOL..It did not even hit 100 today...
I am plenty hot, though..The Post office delivered my bank deposit to a bowling alley on the same street the bank is on..(No..I did not address it wrong)
Thank heavens the manager of the bowling alley called me. He opened it as most of us do when we are going through the mail without noticing..
Sweet dreams.

[NicknamedBob]

Puppets Descending

We are but shadows of puppets,
Descending on strings from above,
From dimensions of will and of timelessness,
And at least one dimension of love.

The long, slow drop takes a lifetime,
But life isn’t what we had thought,
Here in the cave of our conscious,
In shadows we find what we’ve sought.

What we are perceiving as substance,
Is only the shadow poured down,
From an angel writhing in torment,
Descending on strings to the ground.

Expelled from a Presence of glory,
Compelled to a penance below,
The fuzzy outline of the shadow,
Gets sharper as we see it grow.

And the hazy outline of its future,
We see as an infancy here,
Where predictions of ending are valid,
As the shadow’s outline grows more clear.

A shadow of many dimensions,
With a substance and weight we perceive,
An illusion convincingly solid,
When the Light is extinguished, will leave.

Our soul doesn’t enter when we do,
From birth canals we call alive,
It falls, while we think we’re rising,
At the end of the trip it arrives.

And that’s when the puppet stops moving,
Having joined with its shadow below,
The delicate dance of descending,
Has made for a marvelous show.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . August 6, 2008