Joy Our Love

I will give you, your surviving spirit, and I will renew you. Your beautiful pasture and favorite calf to graze, as you lay in my hills. I will color your mind in sweet oxygen and bathe you in the sun's lightest helium. As you appear in front of me. I see your home whose sun has been replaced. I saw you running when there were no trees to hide. No leaf to clothe your biggest round. As I loved you, you began to shrink. You grew again with your rhythm we found together when I called you.  Now you love me, so we can bare together. I will look out when you walk away and give peace to your resting mind. You are home now. Gaining consciousness... You are in the leaves, for they are golden. Their vane is true and without breakage, because of you. Forever lasting, your print is the truest size. The trees were meant for you. 'Let the doves now rest on my shoulders. I will walk with my height through the wild. Just above the astern, where they will never forget East.

The way we lead is also an immense expression of how we can love and give. In our own withering, whether we have slowed down in grace and mediation, we fill then our hearts with more gratitude and willingness. We never lose energy, even in our dying. What an explosion of renewal. A decline of the body and frame... But an act of life and age. An epoch we follow and lead with every birth and end. We must work to flow in with the energies of others. We praise each other by focusing first on our own positivity. We can arrange our needs within this work. Striving to improve and provoke our work to a better feeling and emotion, we gain strength in our abilities. 

Under the varnish, beneath the willow's arms A beautiful skin, in bark. Spring blue, in infared. Blowing and hollowing rays of light. Beautifully laid, by a creator of your. Tomorrow turns the lip of a white fringe and a lavender twist. Along the rows of chloro--- filling the freshly oxygenated air. More to fill, space to provide man a necessity.... Nestling. In the abundance of our colorful world.  A turn of the season and we welcome the proven sunsets. Galactic opal affluence, from Earth to all. One. Be. Breath. Life & Light.