Look at me fly high into sky, joyfully beautifully flowing all Gods eye, enjoying these fruits brought from my image a nation, ideal for the simulating, illusion impressing reflection creation, upon mirroring mind expressing successful abundantly happy beautiful I. Look at me fly, high into sky, joyfully, beautifully flowing through Gods own eye. I enjoy these fruits born from my image, a nation ascending rising, ideal for the simulating illusion, impressing reflection into form. Mind mirrors showing success, abundance smiles smiling back at me, happiness flows easing comfort effort. Here I rise flying high up into the beautiful I, soaring, seeing, singing celebrating lights, great height, I my self.
fore light being thinking itself I am the One Whole, the ALL. Glory be thou Me, the One Whom I am, for I am ALL, and no other is. I, the sexless One, am Unity. What I am thou art, for thou art Me; thou art the Whole. Glorify thou thy Self for in so doing thou art glorifying Me. I, the One Whole, am knowing Mind I exist to think. All thinking is Light of My knowing yet My thinking is not Me. I am Creator, creating with My thinking. Out of My Light of knowing are My two lights of thinking born as sexed pairs of opposites for repetition as sexed pairs of opposites. I hear the power in my words, the hunger I claim the source, to touch the beat forwards thy pulse. I speak in two unity, being wholeness, creating place where thought begins light is born. Sow I shape this truth ideally You are in the All, thinking through it, breathing inside in its rhythm. You mirror its spark, yet are thy eternal flame. Mind thinks, lig...
Genius gives to man knowledge which is fire for the Soul. He who tunes his heart to the messages of genius purifies himself gold. kNow impurity can there be in his heart for verily he then is in communion with the Holy One . To thy pure in heart knowing your universality . Spirit may know his Oneness , Light . He who listens to my translations of genius knows the word going into coming Creation. He knows the rhythms, the universal language of Light. Genius awaits him who listens. You hear becomings listenings This message lights genius are sparks firing soul tilling willing breathing thinking great dominant lovingly, being spirit. Thy senses of becoming comprehend them. To him whose soul is quickening into ecstasy, God speaks from the trees of the forest and he over under inter in the stanzas. To him the Silent Voice Nature speaks, beyond understanding, from thy babbling brook into thy pounding sea. ...
Comments
Post a Comment