who grows up beside thee
flowing into light
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,me you for all who knows true
being blowing living seed
who grows up beside thee
Light Thinking Form
To think is to create. I create with Light . for Nothing is which is not Light. I think idea . Light registering My idea in the two sexing lights making love My baby, into form is born thy image My thinking. Form hath now existence, sow have My imaginings. These exist not, for they are not Me. I alone existing, I, the ALL . I create my imaginal embodying inbreathing, My pulsing universe Me. My universe is My image yet My image is not Me. All things are My image, yet they are not thee, even though I am in them and they in Me perfectly made. To think I create is me to be You seeing I shape Light, for all that appears brilliant you know. Idea stirs, Light answers, registering thought through mirroring currents, in two form arrives an image born of my imagining. Forms now seem to exist to kiss, as imaginings seem to stand, run jump up around and upon my land yet they remain reflections, signs along the way, being thy source itself. Creation breathes thro...
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