Undulating creations
flow past the great known
holding candles and prayers
for those we have not forgotten.
Breathing is forever light.
Flowing through the world.
We slip our selves off to bed,
awakened in the morn.
Undulating creations
flow past the great known
holding candles and prayers
for those we have not forgotten.
Breathing is forever light.
Flowing through the world.
We slip our selves off to bed,
awakened in the morn.
The path is opening wider up ahead.
The width is vast, wide, meadow land.
Prosperity and abundance dance together there.
In this land of higher levels, golden rays percolate.
Souls revel in the magic and delight that is.
Mist rises, rainbows appear, trees glow with life.
Abundance is in everything. Gratitude is breath.
Love glows mightily, brightly bouncing off the souls of everything.
In that moment, it will be clear, forever more.
A request to live fully, unconditionally in the moment.
Accepting what is.
Creating what will be.
It’s simple.
A simple request.
Granted over and over.
For all time.