If it doesn't have a name, it's not done

in tobecontinued •  7 years ago 

She sits in her eternal abode, the house of holiness, never homeless.

She expands infinitely across space and time.

A blanket of stars, awakening all.

To their brilliance.

The energy dances. Let it DANCE>

Let it come up and through these words to you, dear Beloved.

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