Ye are gods, and all of you are children of the most high, Be ye therefore wise as serpents and loving as doves. For being in faith and acceptance of my light. If you would enter into the image in your imagination, Then would you know what it is to be creatively transformative, Then would you realize your wishful dreamful thought. Your image imagining embodied. For you truth be seeing, Picturing fulfilling abundance wealthy great gardens. For you, I myself enter the image, Thinking from it or it is incapable of birth. Do you see I hear in the womb, its me the seed. Ye are gods, Children of the Most High, Wise as serpents, loving as doves in flight. By faith, I step in two energizing the light, Accepting fully, my visions inner sight. In my imagination, I dwell alive living, true, Creatively transforming, dreaming worlds beautifully anew. I enter the image, thinking from within, For thought is the womb, mind I—the seed therein. ...
For being my brothers and sisters keeper, Building, Ascending, Strengthening breathing certain, His will my wind. Here I am at the precipice in life, Wondering , dreaming, choosing, i deally thinking right. I ask God If I may take breath, So I can sing his song being One. For being my brother's keeper, Ascending with sisters, building clear, Strengthening bonds interwind, His will becomes my at most sphere. In life's precipice, quietly calmly lovingly standing, Dreaming, choosing clarity's sight, Wondering aloud, yet overstanding, Ideally thinking, breathing literary right. I ask God for instinctual light beyond breathe. Hear my heart, Your pulse is spinning; Great fully cheers is I believe— One breath, one song, we are, is One.
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