( Our Funny Planet.com ) Love, have her see my worship and let me evermore remember that I'm a steward. If I come back around again in this our race to truth, then so be it, I will remember my lessons from the eartH with which I know or can even begin to recognize my amazing surroundings. Heaven is a word, an emotion in a larger sense, it is and must remain unknown until I can and do again begin to see the basic truths on my way toward the reward of knowing where I am, who I am and what I am... Rejoice! My prayer's been answered. Let her Love you in return that she might offer eternal devotion. I shouldn’t be flying? Maybe Love has no direction, or at least it didn't. Breathe. Inhale, exhale... It's okay for you to tell me. Otherwise, I'd be nothing to you and you nothing to me. My right as a privileged mug, among billions, don't get me wrong, I've been relatively poor my entire life and where I've not much to show in the material sense, it&#
(The Weaver's Song)