In my heart of art is the winner. The beginner who made his mark, By being the one, the chosen Son. Adding dew drop seed adding water to breathe. For you to I growing we, succeeding me. Enhancing my verse, Flowing forward is my heart in art the winner, The beginner who made his act, Choosing Son being purpose, painting victory into song. Adding dew-drop seed, watering spirit to breathe, New life ascending, where you and I conceive. For every moment, creation’s hand succeeds, Growingly, lovingly harvesting the fruit from these, My seeds.
Here I dwell, Only my Father knows where I am . Beyond this thought is physical matter. For If I am not from nor of this world, Attract to me perfectly, My world where my I am is planted to see and be. Here I sit upon a luminous hilltop, Twilight blue sky arched above, Eyes closed mind opening contemplation. Roots from my body connect deep into the ether, Glowing softly as stars swirl upward from thy head. Around me, unseen worlds shimmer at the horizon, Air thick with the feeling of belonging—not to any place, Yet to Source. My heart pulses with calm certainty, Knowing the universe itself has made a perfect clearing, For the seed of I to flourish.
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