truly my soul has been awakened by such love, as nettles nip at nostalgia’s edge. god has set sparks of eternity in my heart, and a billowing brook in my spine bent on finding its own beginning.

ever it flows, as butterflies around me are born from bursts of light. ever it flows, as eagles ascend to see horizon; as estuaries at imagination’s end foam with esurience.

if memory is to be our reliquary for those bits of heaven we have evoked, then let the path i lay behind me be but for the flowers that will bloom.

god has given me the conditions for such awakening, like a dream stone left by heaven’s touch still dreaming in a darkened cave.

if darkness be but the soil of rebirth, let then the words you speak be thy boundless wings; and like the eagle, adorned in light, be lifted to the sky.

alas! a knock at the gates of prayer—the sweet song of absolution. the word spoken and expanded into patterns of light; the world has come to know itself again. behold the mystery of the dawn, the visions of beauty and splendor; behold the mystery of the sky and of earth’s faithful surrender.

let us then seek the spots our heart’s belong, and let us pour forth our love. let us always create brooks of our love that will bring gardens long after we are gone. in the universe, boundless, we are called to be, to speak our fleeting voices back to infinity.

the message is simple: do all in love, and whatsoever you do shall prosper.

and while you journey here on this earth, you must remember: the earth is on a journey too.

spread your wings and ride the wind, and let the wind also ride you.