Oh Seeker, Day 32

[Guest guest]

How does the Beloved walk amoungst us?

 

As the smile of recognition

vaster islands of difference

once thought as insignificant

there

in the yearning of seasons

in the commencement of grieving

in the wounds of war and sorrow

in the Silence of Truth and Stars

earthly horizons and portals of heaven

where we fall

across mountains and clouds and rocks

there

in the footprints of running things

and crawling things

and flying things across emptiness

there

in the drownings of swimming

up

towards the

Light of a Smile

 

 

I would say this My Beloveds, My Precious Friends

Good Morning My Loves My Lights,

 

 

 

 

 

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