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5.29.12 THE WIND BLOWS ITS COLD THROUGH THE DARK AND THE WILLOW TREE KICKS HER ARMS AND SUMMONS ME TO DREAM MY BELIEF TO THE PLEASURE OF LOVE
The wind blows its cold through the dark and the willow tree kicks her arms and summons me to dream my belief to the pleasure of Love. On bent knee I cry out into the darkness. Nothing. I beseech the wind to forgive me. Nothing. I plead with the soil to allow me another chance to serve Creation. Tremble, drum, string, wind, breathing Love throughout Love’s kingdom.
She calls to me. She yearns for my love to come laughing in my confident hands, drip from my every breath, from my deeds.
(No one shall be in Heaven until they realize where they are.)
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