WIBENATURE

Eyes serve as light See, you can never see; Watch, you can never know; Their laugh  Laugh like a jackass With the whole mouth,  It's never being affectioned They serve with eyes They partee with presence. They lie by saying trues Their foundations are emptied, Their roots has been rut. Just a blow The wind shows the porty Of the proud hens. Just a blow The dew will soak the wool Of the liers. Just a blow The minds will understand their missions. Their tricks are less to A Greatest Tricker. Their steps will reach more More lands even in the oceans. Aftermath of the climbers At the top of a tree and leaves. The fake lifes will shake It seems real-servers. The fake-cakes will be cut and cook  By the present audience. Eye's see more in two; Leg's walk more in two; The inner and outer speak Speak, more in wisdoms of a sage. The seals are coded note A word worst much to the Wiseman. Eye's servers Your life must be glid-goldened, The real gold will never be Reached...

Crystal Clear ReflectionsTarot Divinations Menu Skip to content  The Hermit  The Hermit shares that you withdrew from the outer world for the purpose of activating your unconscious mind and awakening your “inner” Self. Ask and it will be given – seek and you will find – knock at the door and it will be opened to you. Guidance and help are always available – a teacher, a therapist, your own dreams or a spiritual guide evoked from within yourself will show you how to begin the process and help you find your way. The ultimate responsibility is yours – seek “inner” counsel about the future. Seek answers to your questions. You can solve the situation by experimenting – just take it easy and use discretion until you are completely sure. The hermit may withdraw from society to shut out distractions in order to complete spiritual and temporal work – but, he never withdraws from humanity. He continues to give shelter and blessings to travellers, he gives wisdom to the knight on his spir...

The clothes l worn in the palace making a suspicious to the whole chiefs and king in the kingdom. The skin covered the hidened hips in the stomach and no traced tools to expose the fathoms of the hells in human minds. The shadows swimmed in the slimmy shalom no features to be characterized with a pointer. I know a shaded figure which light gives shapes. I witness a clinic drama which end shows jists. I tell a long story which end gets shorts. I aware of a little wool is weightless but a large is weighty.

The sticks use to beat the drums It's sounds give feelings to thoughts. The roles of the foots is to walk-road It's gravities give balances to bodies. The hands play the rhythmic sounds It's moves give the flowings of beats. The hands create the minds-clappers It's wisdoms give the spect-games. The eyes open to see the ways It's lights give feelings to thoughts. The town criers use the gong-calls It's voices give to the words of Kings. The hands made of fingers of sizes It's marks give the recording-plates. The hands hold the gifts from hobby It's manipulatings give game-gains. The hands show the true pictures Of them in mighty minds of time.    by Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele.                       (SOMIDEELA)

HERE IS THE HEAVEN At times the rainfalls is never from heaven, the winds blowing from a region to a region, as the streams always from high to the low land. The strings are out from water table, the Ray's of sunlight into the shadows of the earth is never from heaven. The moon shines the reflection of the sun. All that will see still have the heaven, the curses that made of the cursers flowed back as rain drops, the mirror imageds give pictures never imaginations in thoughts. Here is hidened the heaven.

A farmer who planted a stone for the many seasons. He hoed and weeded for many years. The time of hervesting come around. The bewers were compelled, the cooks were forced prepared favorite foods, the drappers made the day clothes colourful, the praisers chanted energies to wake the navous of the the audience, the rhythms of the hervesting drums dragged the legs of slogans. The hervesting of planted stones made to dance, drunk and dream of bumpered profits. It made a stickwalk masquerade to fall for the fools. The night come to count the gains and losts. The farmers uprooted their planted stones as they sowed the seeds. Takes and gives to where needed, never to the burial merriments and jollifications.