God you are love. I am love. Be this love life beauty eternality in through me. Let me feel you wholly, so perfectly in all my being i want your good glory to be singing. Lovely lovely lovely. You are God of love so lovely. I love you God. I sing to all people for your love by the living air we breathe and we share in our collective sense of your full space and your full time and though we comprehend not, we feel full the love you’ve lavished, are lavishing, will lavish. Trinity in God speak, sweet divinity, honesty aroma of afterlife, of all life, of touching eternity’s robe and being that healing, being that being is believing and seeing all and every and even one and we pray for more wondrous acts of love, mystic happenstance, magical love and mystery riddles of the sweet inhabiting earth out into something delicate as a lover situated in a far off field. Wind gusts a soft inhale into the green color. Worlds coalesce. Serendipitous is to say the least the level i appreciate you this sweet everlasting infant birthing every new age and its a dove and its a beautiful yes and more kind of every woman. Pink, yellow, blue lights alike this sweet allowance to please set a spell on the sweet day divinity to be more myself attuned to spiritual acumen and all i fancify about, i do have dearest sweetness in-with for you are a friend of the beautiful, all and ever beautiful God of love manifest in you making cute faces in the mirror everything. God is light, love, truth and the way, O the life. So everywhere this omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent one is blooming like flowers in spring, swirling like clouds, winds, petals and leaves in autumn on high noon, dancing like light on the water in summer, warmth in winter. Most desired is your embrace skies, food, sex, drug, nothing compares to the art of your love in full love i am.
The clouds have yellow faces, silk lead grey light robes soft as a cloud and the whole of them in one movement through the light linen blue sky is enough to untie the bounds of an uncertain time to a certain bridegroom running, or simply led along the light linen blue sky field with the most oracular, most vernacular spray of light; is the sun birthed by our eye, full in our mouth, pooling light in our being and overflowing.
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Trinity (Sophia) sits one another among the flashing lights of her fire place. A place of warmth and a soft pulsing revelation in blue vibrancy streams through her body. She believes the truth and feels the love. She’s no heavy burden, all given is able to be held, all is lovely in the Trinity, the land of dreams.