Joy Our Love

I pray that even our cancers are getting stronger and that our love can break the bonds in these atoms-- these bonds of glory and forgiveness. I love my sisters in exile and my mothers in vapid arrangements of complete falling. In their pain with the nourishment of their children. In their pain with the children and their daughters and sons, in their family and in their own lives. FOR the mental and unto the fly--- may he glide with more blue sky grace than his wings can surmount. May the pain of our fores always be on the precycle of our own destiny so we may know the truth and see the light, feel the glow of space and delight in the shortcomings. I also believe in you. You have known my light and my Lord and have remembered even the way of EVE AND MARY, Noscia, and Bethany, Marcola, and Trina. The light shineth in the lowliest places for mine is true. May we always be ready to speak with her tongue. MAY we find more difficult problems in even our most precious moments. Let's g

Suffering and blameless arbitration. The sham of all humankind and the likeness of only the infinite evil breeds?-- going in a negative, massive direction. Where is there love? WE climb on resurrected lambs and offer a token of bread to the foe. Let them open to the world. Let them open to the climbing. Tantamount purity and the bliss state of our pleasuring minds as we lapse with Christ Consciousness and study the packed dimensions.  Let us find feelings heavier in love and kindness-- for man! Let us pray for all of those that have left only to find they are estranged to their own worldly spirit. Let us reign on the heavens with an impacting, clapping line before our fallen ones. Lord God Almighty, I tremble in your favor only. For your imagination is infinite and eternal! My father--- of it is not I and my darling to trust, suffice your gifts and look back on your entirety for the Lucifer energy like a wash may cleanse your anger. No anger can lift a Mother so much. No Rock can

Breathe  1...2...3 Out 1...2...3 Concentrate on your inhale as you begin to let go.  From the downward inhalation to the upward expansion of our lungs and chest, it's the simplest form of life. The most automatic gesture of true and loving energy.  It's action alone can help us to wander in the most beautiful and unceasing spaces.  It helps us to grow it guides us through worry and strings us along to notice all that is above and below us.

The way the tide looks with the ocean's immensity, The way subtle things appear and then vanish. Or the way light reacts with an electron-- The sweet victory of physics and the galactic to-molt that allows us to gather... The wind picks up as she lay in the shade, weary. Before her heart began to fear very little things, she was always grasping the massive volume and larger significance. Although her heart is growing, the way it sometimes flutters reminds her of when she was excitable during childhood. When something was so clearly frightful, she refused to look... But now she is inescapable. She acknowledges her own steely attitude and the way she refuses to change for the negative.  Even when she is shallow and unreachable-- she charges her spirit and rages in beauty. The uplifting and unfailing Grace of the above gives her flight in all the darkest places. Here, then only she can see her opulence in victorious form. Mere clarity and Truth in love, and directly asce