As mists hovered
in wait for twilight
the blazes dissipating
and spirits anticipating
they entered sacred space
Patting the earth
with cupped and searching hands
and humbled in silence
Let us join our voices
in celebration
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He spoke and the
words flowed from
his mouth — a stream
of observations and
declarations, and
everything was changed
simply through his
word. Consciousness
is powerful…
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Two little specks on the
face of the big loving
planet called Earth were
dancing for all their
enthusiasm. There arose
from their efforts such
a flash of joy that for
that moment the flash
was seen in neighboring
galaxies…
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Year One
In the clouds
the mists swirling
happy, holy spirits
dance with sweet abandon…
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Year Three
She opened one
petal at a time,
blossoming into the
sunlight of her soul,
drinking in the nectar
of love’s sweet presence…
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