Post by spiritdancer9 on Jan 7, 2018 10:37:11 GMT -8
Oh my Beloved I stood at the beginning of time's restless surge longing for you, while worlds forming with fire and water, I held you close to my heart and filled your being with my warm breath. All creation longed for you, from stars and worlds yet unborn spewing out to the endless universe mysterious songs of love in ways only the soul can know, but you know my voice you feel in your very being that I am your Beloved searching for you, you will find me waiting in the silent moments of pain and sorrow when the soul at last understands the meaning of Love's eternal longing. I AM there knocking at the door of your heart.
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Mar 30, 2019 1:55:53 GMT -8
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.