Feathering the wild air, winded within by the breathing spirit, she'd soar, she did soar. She put down the books, left the falling voices, she did live, she lives, she rose on her perceptive grandeur, lifted the trees higher into the sun, unfolded the flowers, colored the skies and she brought welcome rest to the cloud shadows. Along the verdant green hills in Carpathia her laughter rolls, from the Arizona palms her beauty terror drops, in the Michigan blue lakes her heart swims, she's the orange dim lit glow from the brick walls opening and vines spiraling in London. She's on every horizon, near as far. She's in every eye, the perspective bliss in this space between that, unitive eros. By her love the sun continues it's glimmer, the moon reflects, breath fills a body, then another, one natural law is she, the birthing force of all that is, that all shall live forever in her. In all the world there is none like her, yet in all the world is her.
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God is love
Lord when will all the winds actualize their spoken hidden language in a way all will see how true they are? All see how they, like the moon, reflect the sunlight. Truly the sun’s light is alive, is shimmering in each all eye, united by the one spirit of your love, acceptance in being alive. When we are alive, we are accepted in you; and when we die, we return to your source, so death is sweet, yet life must go on forever, life longs for more life, life is to be lived, the pursuit of life is greater life, a life full for love, lavishing graces, prayers lived into, breathing all together in one glorious God of all the sweet earth spoken into action by your divinity living word and birthed by the mother of loving comfort, completing the embrace of each thing by one thing. All things exist to seek you more, to be more love, to be content as they are; for all that is is you. Your essence sustains all life, i love you God.
The well of beauty eternal proclaims not another sunrise, not another inch of light, not another feeling if not in the flowing will of our God given life. These graces for with it feet lift from the earth and i am allotted a floating suspension in the sweet space between all that is seen and all that sees, felt and feeling, object and subject, source and sourced, this and that, light and reflect, color and form, shape and flows, this and this, that and that, read and reading.
I am read moreover than i am writing, written into a play for with the graces i prayed for, to this extent have been received, i accept the gift, glory in now.
Now is the time. The moment is the full expression of love and i accept this love. I wonder where my memories come from, who i was and am now someone who will be forever, when was there ever no when? Have all things always rotated like this, or were the sweet love of living any more apparent i’d be most light, i’m a humble reflection sourcing the light, everlasting, evermore, God of love.