Lord God Mystery Love in my dreams, in my head now. Who is talking in the events of life now. Love is the food looking joy of this pleasurable person. This is the how can i do anything now? And in only full assurance of faith is something in your happy happenstance. So soul. So soul. So much soul and what do you say? The beginning of the movement, the cool air winds on my body, my new body free, free, free. Writer of the molasses, i get sap on my fingers and hands and bare feet when I climb pine trees. Nothing is as sticky as the love of God, stay here in your forever flux. I am alone, nothing; with you, everything.
When the mountains roll and images tumble from loose hand. Should the ancients cry for us? Will the morning birds sing? I hope they always do. And still, in the still, so still I remain still. The lines of dreams escape me. I escape me. Find me in God’s arms. Hold me, embrace me, let me be less me, more you.
For the hour hand, the clock is someone’s idea. Time is our asset. God, I pray for love, peace, joy, sustain me, you are all life in me, overflow life, love, peace. In me is a great assembly of joys, prayers, colors; these lights shine on, forever in sight of life. This Is life all the way through.
From eternity to eternity the ride of emotion, of intellect; of body, of soul; for one, for all; these and their unitive property make three one. These properties of life and best at being a window into life. Life is the so evident and still yet.
Life is the so evident and still nearly yet.
Posturing a confirming and a resounding acceptance brings smiles into the aisles of my eyes on the loss of all i previously understood. Suddenly I am awake a new person and the world is new and only God, the Mystery of love is my song, my beating pulse, my heart, my perception, the all thing lover of this oracular spectacular event. Where am I? Where am i not when i am at the foreground of terra incognita. I am somewhere here, altogether heaven is with God, within God. Mirrors in the insides of skins. Translucent verbs in perpetual rest for their action is complete in the determining subject. Blue, green, yellow. Favorable story published by the eye of patient trust, passion’s fire, devotion in the consuming ocean. Write them in the moving mirror. Patience, passion; devotion.. They cycle infinitely. Being in them is less a key to success than success itself. A free soul. Mystery Love be.