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the days that pass, they pass quickly but with a purpose like matches, each to their tender loving the flame goes on and yet it is different, the voices everywhere, spirits and people, they are just alive, they are just living, the world its web, it embraces me, the spider, I would hug her, the cat I rub her, but in all, we go our seperate ways, at the days in, on that old bridge where I would be, knowing you of the war and of battles, come and calm the coals, for the fire is natural and effortless, harmless like the bubbling words of Brook, photographer extraordinaire.

Generating in the times I wait, in the moments that go silent, more potent than prayer, meditation, and the drums, real but light as lightest leaves, caught in a summer gale, wonderful like sudden laughter and turning to you, warm folk, the blankets, the creeks, the forest folk, Mea and Oma have come to join, we sit and sing and bring the joy, we say, we've lit this night here, and this forest and the fairies come oh joy, who is who we say one by one, I am Noori, I come from the sun, I am Dane who weaves the world, I am Marin a silly girl, I am God!

He says, we smile

floating down the dream canal…

colors and the hiss of flame, bring a home, though none contain

we crazy and free, make us crazy and free and happy as we ought to be, and with harmony

like the sweat of ecstasy and innocence, a snowflake I've saved from many winters ago

now is a wave, now is a meal for a fuzzy plant

away away, and bless the ants!

dance

say this three times as quiet or loud as you want to move misplace negative feelings to where they can be true to their own higher purpose and benefit the world and to increase the love in your heart and within the world
 
may hatred be transmuted to love, from the sea below, to the stars above, whatever you have done, you've done innocently, be your Self, and be so free from this, love love love may Yomo (Diana) bless and fortify your heart, what is upon you is undone, and new you start as we all do everyday, karma the dust we wash away om