If love could find me, it would be near the forest in the Amazon. Far and distinct where leaves can overshadow my skin and refuge of safety, security, and strength.
It’s a moment of jubilee waiting to happen, in the midst of the harsh weather of dawn of the hurricane.
Wrapped up in Sunday’s memories, scripted to allure you in the narrowing path of the unknown.
The infallible and the all altruistic shifted with the curves of society as I entered with assent and martinet vibrations.
The supple and straightforward drafted and evaporated into the wallows of the earth when knelt down for daily chants of forgiveness.
Yielded from the delectable source of a quandary as skillful as the purity of innocent is poked into sullenness of death.
The close proximity of brightness felt suave and agile when I opened the oil lamp; it signal me west of the love that bred into a harvest that sprung with joy during the midday delight.
With the ordinance of love was the ministry of vitality. Consecrated before the holy water, I savor with all duty and respect. By the sacredness of the earth, I pledge my allegiance to the ocean, forest, and heavens of the valleys of the rivers that sit nearby as I tinkle with joy, knowing that I am the embodiment of the elements of the earth.
As I profess, I am profoundly in awe of consciousness of the spiritual realm that the apostle of truth is descending before my very eyes. The fabric of your existence is the intrinsic soul I embody, which keeps you cryptic and quiet like the moon meets the sun.
The vibration of the epic sonorous is upon us,
the vanguard of leaves that strives and dives in the anchors of our veins,
that is the guardian of hope, resiliency, and love, is waiting to be overshadowed with the glimmer of healing.
The sensation of love is reverberating in all the arteries of life, but are you prepared for illuminated, bearing in mind, one must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope.
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