Ing the time shifter, on a migration of the mind, using the sand sifter, along the shores of time. Sun rising, clear light seen, sky coloring and bird song notes flying by. Flying inside, flowing around, making more sounds, all around, all around, now the meditation enhances and the trance condenses, combining the sides and illuminating the binding, alchemy creating better timing. Now the clear light's seen again, this time inside, as the other has said. The perfect sun-dial, the shadow's more exact than the most precise clock, it doesn't stop. Now studying the moving information, keep tracking the memory, in the moment is seen history. In the past Dr. Seuss said: "Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened." Now Ing laughs and lights his oven. Wondering. Love thundering. And with the birds he sings: One love. The fluttering forms transmit messages for everyone. They're going to open our eyes up.
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