Love, the heal all curative actuality,
In the causation of aroused and awakened senses
The supposed "negating" "waste" becomes at once a vernal leaf
In to the can it goes,
The jar afloat,
the atoms wriggling and writhing into a centeredness
Becoming at once a strong cellulose
to which it has freedom evermore in to infinite transmutations that better itself eternally!
A miracle to the strong eyes that never miss a beat.
Watching and pondering the potential--- at must, it is God Herself.
Glowing in the lumens of its own luminous ministry.
Even a bark rook can become the Valerian in a most beautiful floe.
It's roots holding evermore.
Averting nothing but instead taking and basking in the glorious inheritance.
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