Orchard Trees Bacon Lust and Glory

‎Orchard Trees Bacon Lust and Glory‎

Trees below the river banks of the white orchard‎‎and amarula tree.
Boiled eggs sprout from the branches only to be
fried under the ‎African sun.‎
The Kalahari‎ desert is composed of heaps
Of yeast, toast is served at sunrise.‎‎Breakfast is served when Ostriches
pluck their head in the sub Saharan soil, listening ‎to the sounds of the rains that are on their way....‎
The wind is childish throwing tantrums blowing
roofs of houses across the street.‎‎‎‎Vision is blury mist thick view kind of hazey. ‎‎In no time the natives know the air will be thick ‎‎‎mother nature rages mankind puts animals in
cages‎.
‎Reality is a zoo.‎‎Misconceptions are born in the mists of
uncertainty. ‎‎Heaven is composed of all that mother earth
embodies.

All that lies in our world the symbol in our dreams ‎
manifest in our world, all we desire is a reflection
of our embition. Intelligence is shaped by our wit
and sense of humour. Honour is living on mercy
Treasuring our life against all odds living on our ‎knees ‎until our freedom is granted.
The hands of time bury history in the memory
of nobility. ‎

Regret is like a parasite sucking the life of ‎happiness ‎in board day light, darkness larks
as the sun sets.
Tomorrow is reflection of all that lies in today's
world‎, memories are built on the pillars of ‎yesterday.
Joy is in the mists of the forests of happiness
ever changing concepts of self and reality.
‎The ability to reason, complements uncertainty.‎
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The Mind
Where do our thoughts come from?
Memory the ability to recognise and remember
and reflect on the past, weather pleasant or
unpleasant.‎

The accumulation of knowledge in accord
with experience, help us to mature intellectually
and grow spiritually.‎
Are you happy?
What is your deepest desire?
What are the symbols In your dreams?‎
Are thought born out of free will or are they the off
spring of motive?
‎How is one to free oneself from thought?

Perhaps in the process of unlocking the chains of
time grasp a deeper and purpose for ones life and
exsistance .‎‎What have you done with your gift of life?
When your dreams shatter who picks them up?

Y.O.U‎‎‎