IMAGINE A SWEET CHILD’S TROUBLED SOUL BEING TOSSED FROM BUBBLE BATHS TOWARD WATERFALLS CASCADING INTO TORRENTS OF ROCKY RAPIDS BEFORE ADULTHOOD SENSES NEED TO SEEK A LATE LIFE SOULMATE, WHOSE PERSONAL QUEST FOR WHOLENESS INSPIRES THE INTELLIGENCE OF ANOTHER TO QUEST EVER MORE DEEPLY WITHIN UNTIL SELF AWARENESS DEEPENS , OVER TIME, SO AS TO—HMMM ...

A soul soothing bubble bath awaits any adult who chooses to immerse
Naked brain ever so thoughtfully within last post penned so
As to absorb additional insights; which, piggybacking like
Bubbles do, flashed through the conscious portion of
My mind, this morning —

Just as is true of bubbles, cascading through the air, strings of
Interrelated insights streaming through our minds create
A waterfall effect so transparent as to pop, pop, pop when
A child’s daily life proves more pointedly rocky than
The conscious portion of the undeveloped think tank can
Process, leaving a frightened child wondering:
What the heck has caused everything that had
Felt safe and sound to suddenly make me feel like
Im drowning in a mud slide of mega proportions, so please ready
3D goggles (designed to enhance clarity) in hopes of oogling
The emergence of every deeper truth, which had been added to
The last post penned, and please take note of the fact that
The depths of today’s ‘Adults only’ diving adventure into
The previous post penned requires a snorkel thus ensuring
Breathing evenly so as to keep brain well oxygenated in
Likeliness of inhaling muddied waters while turning
A bend where steep cliff challenges even the strongest of
Swimmers to get a grip on today’s deeply personal, heartfelt
Aspirations before mental complexity plunges head over heels into
Uncharted territory so as insure truly living life to the fullest though
The river (below the surface conscious awareness) is bound to
Roughen up rapid-ly, from time to time, thus offering your latent sense of
Inner conflict (and mine) countless chances to weather the classic nature of
Emotional storminess, which invariably precedes smooth sailing into
The glorious sunset that welcomes only the most courageous of
Swimmers whose lives have been so deeply well-lived as to inspire
Any historian worth listening to to remind us to remember that
Every new insight-driven train of intuitive thought, which
Tunnels clearly through the intuitive mindfulness of a scholarly soul, is
As naturally connected to the last and next train of thought as is
True of today’s train of thought, which is guiding your
Existential sense of adventure and mine to bubble up so
Inventively as to call forth creativity, which encourages
Our processors to think out of the box whenever we experience
Heartfelt need to detour away from any dead end that
Hindsight will, one day in the future, prove to be of
Latent anxiety’s making, and now that my power of
Intuitive thought has penned the entirety of today’s post so as to
Describe the classic nature of every love story worth experiencing
Tis time to climb out of muddied waters into a boat, whose
Sails have been set toward reviewing the last post penned before
We float peaceably toward clear waters in hopes of spying
A tranquil dock where our processors, feeling free to ponder over
Treasured memories, may inspire our conscious state of awareness to
Relax in hopes of naturally absorbing insights meant to refocus
Our full attention upon decisions made in haste, sometime back, because
It’s never too late to expand yesteryear’s highly personal vision of
How best to utilize the intuitively creative portion of our brains with which
Mother Nature gifted our think tanks to act like magic wands most
Especially at times when our spirits, flagging at half mast as though having
Been fated to spin in a downward spiral toward a negatively focused, imagined
Disaster, can envision nothing more than that which seems like
A darkly dismal dead end, directly ahead, because our intuitive
Connection to a fully relaxed attitude, based in positively focused
Self-awareness, still has need to gain a clarified sense as to
When spikes of repressed anxiety have been stimulated to leap from
Subconscious hiding into the conscious portion of our brains so
Quickly as to blind our mind’s eye from processing a pressing need to
Expose a latent uprising of one of yesteryear’s negative attitudes, which, upon
Narrowing our focus (like blinders on horses) limits our sights from
Being so expansive as to take note of those times when
Our chosen path appears to be a one way street heading straight toward
Slamming into a solid brick wall when deeper truth suggests that
Our think tanks are in need of rebalancing insight-driven
Intuitive creativity with logical problem-solving skills, right-on-the-spot so
As to encourage our processors to pour forth the foundation of
A four way intersection where a one way street, heading straight towards
That brick wall, had seemed to exist until your thought processor
(And/or mine) had practiced blending many of Mother Nature’s
Mental gifts, together (thus referencing the fact that my recent
Homework assignment, concerning the active enhancement of
Self awareness, has recently fueled my intuitive intelligence to
Enjoy a series of magic carpet rides, each of which has, thus far, landed
My connection to wholeness upon an ever heightening plateau where
Inner conflict, hoping to spy an open highway leading toward inner peace, has
Relaxed as my intuitive belief in the power of positive focus, which
Continues to deepen each time I do my homework, inspires
My emotional intelligence to consciously acknowledge any sudden uprising of
Repressed anxiety, which, upon being readily released into
The air, at long last, cleanses my processor of yet another childhood
Fear ‘buried-alive, and each time another self-demeaning little critter is
Exhaled, I find my whole self inhaling oxygen so freely and naturally as to open
My mouth respectfully and assertively so as to state my case so simply and
Peaceably as to banish every trace of inner conflict, which in turn
Strengthens my connection to sound reasoning, and each time I’ve cleansed
My mind of even one smudge of muddied anxiety, my refortified
Connection to reality deviates from common sense—NOT AT ALL!
Ohhmm ... :)