dfroza

[dfroza]

imagine writing and sharing music in Heaven

what will that be like?

will there be any jazz?

[dfroza]

could i ask any gentler than this?

(but how?)

[dfroza]

i didn’t follow the same dream that others had for me to follow

but i did find my sacred treasure

[dfroza]

do you see how i want you to be exposed with (Clarity) in my eyes?

(beginning deep on the inside)

i’ll keep asking you to share your (inner space) with mine

[dfroza]

will you allow me to “speak” to you in pure silence?

(do you see the inner conversation i am seeking to have with you?)

i followed my dream into (the inner room)

could you be still (“calm”) with me in this?

A mirroring in Today’s reading of the Psalms:

Think long; think hard. When you are angry, don’t let it carry you into sin.

When night comes, in calm be silent.

[pause]

The Book of Psalms, Poem 4:4 (The Voice)

“Be still, be calm, see, and understand I am the True God.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 46:10 (The Voice)

[dfroza]

you may wait an extraordinary amount of time

before opening your heart to the words of a book

(to its heart & spirit)

do you see its purpose in being written from (inside, Anew)?

do you “see” its (Full Circle) design?

(just like Saturn with its rings)

intentionally made this way

[dfroza]

i want to be an instrumental writer of thought & music

(to illumine the heart)

this is my life’s work on garden earth.

“my only purpose” and [blueprint] design

i want it to feel like being in the mountains under A clear night sky…

this is at the heart (womb) of my dream

[dfroza]

yes, someday

One of these days

(Once upon a time)

A book will make a friend.

(A new friend)

it will happen.

[dfroza]

maybe you will find the “genesis” of this?

(maybe you will come to “see” it clear?)

[dfroza]

I am right here.

[dfroza]

i have to allow my heart to be found and read

allowing as much time and space that somebody needs

(every day is A new day to wait for the “unveiling” of a beautiful mysterious heart)

when you look at words do you view them as “stars”?

[dfroza]

tumblr is where everything is tumble-dried

After all the rain

and maybe like tumbling a stone to make it beautiful

[dfroza]

for such a long time i’ve had to ask for someone to be open to share

the inner space of the heart

(with mine)

for such a long time i’ve had to wait at the gentle shoreline of these eyes

blinking in wave upon wave upon wave

(…)

[dfroza]

such a long time held in (Waiting)

but nothing can be forced

people may think that i didn’t follow a dream

but i have, right from the start

even to take the time to illumine (the inner room) to see clear

for my hope is that people will find the same inner treasure

(as i)

And this hope is never stuck in place as it is constantly spinning in orbit just as garden earth and its simple moon

[dfroza]

such a beautiful mysterious hope held in this dream

(ever since its beginning)

would you refuse to meet me at first in the heart?

[dfroza]

maybe people will find it within themselves the courage to turn the page?

to see that it has become A blank first page, to be…

putting an end to an old car dream (like the closure of sacrifice under the Old Mosaic covenant)

to see the rebirth of writing in (A new covenant of grace) to illuminate the treasure of starting an inner conversation from a distance

of making a clear connection in thought

(even before speech is heard, & before bodies meet)

will you make an appearance in my night sky with your poetic lines?

what are you waiting for?

[dfroza]

why do people want to speak in traffic noise?

(my heart is found in silence)

i didn’t go in the same direction as so many others have chosen, but i did stay pure to the “genesis” of this dream of writing

i clearly didn’t choose a road that is forced

but i did lay a path of words to be followed if so chosen…

(i’ll be like fireflies as One goes out for a walk in the stillness of the night)

A dream is not the same dream as some thought it to be, since a seed had to die and be reborn

(inside, Anew)

i know it matters to write and that someone will eventually open up to my eyes