God is love. Life carries on in the temple words, the words come to me and i write them praying God be perception. Lead this hand and this heart.
So in the dungeon of sky the leaves in autumn are old and its no dungeon at all, its the renewal process of life’s death becoming life again. This is the way things go you know. And you feel the surreal song serenading us on again, keep singing God is love, Lord you are.
So when my fingers fiddle through the soil of the earth, planting sunflowers in late autumn and seeing a bloom within the mulch I am happy. When people disappear and I meet a new friend who’s loving and tender and strong I am wisest when I am happy. When my fingers are longer, thinner, holding the position of an icon, I hope to embody the human being divinity as Jesus is divinity, being human and keeping the trinity.
The skies rise, clouds coalesce in the bright purply blue light color pouring in the post blue hour morning of dreams. Take off all your clothes compelled me to sleep naked and be met again by the eros wisdom of God, us, happy.
Trinity’s mystical, punchy, elusive and ever joyful wondrous being to all things which are. To be is to reflect, we are many moons bouncing about the source of our light, our life is full testimony to the floating graces of a forgiving God who loves us as love is in Jesus.
I said I’m wisest when I am happy. The birds singing, watering plants, within nature, experiencing God in nature, writing, painting, divining, finding, being found, moving, heart sacred, gold glitter, poor disguise, mystery revelation, blue streams, sulking sorrow, knowing pain’s source, no fear, flying, fingernail clouds, pens, water, good meal, friends, mystery, lover, ever, ever, ever, counting, flowing, coloring, coalesce, universe, mathematical, spinning, breakthrough, rise gold, blue eye, rivulets, amulets, filigree, rose bowl, of, thorns, of, joy, book, at the life, stories, people, one person, in God, within, without, solace, servitude, write, tender, strong, shade and light, bends and curves and rolls and cascades, can’t capsulate, forever, singing, artistry, feel, feel the love, relational, Trinity, be, love, forever, love, God, trinity, woman, dove, father, son, mother, love.
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The artist cascades the now, flowing with fortunate hand. Bringing down the skies with only their wet tongue. Be them poets, late leaves, new birds, sun colors, moonlight and planes; the world of a new child - every open eye in their own.
Reversing forward reverberations in a nation to be bettered in love, swathed in soothe-saying; waking behind this eye, between that eye and that: this is both seen and seer. This is the powered tongue.
So when leaves in late fall swirl, ticks come before tocks and time's keeping going; when day passes into night, and night into day; when someone’s still seeing, being sought through, spoken into and by: one another remains, one sustains.