Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Prayer
Paint me with your love. Let your soul close into mine. Eyes to the sky, and seeking the gift. And this moment of this day, let it exactly be all that there is. Let there be no nighttime. Let us be indivisable, let the moon enter our hearts. Let there be love, and let the love be righteous, and let it strengthen and let it run wild and let it be free. and let the music listen, and let it find harmony, and let our love be a prayer, and let the prayer be heard by the God of love. And may the God of love embrace our togetherness, our selfishness, our aloneness, our oneness.
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