Divine Love In Twin Flame Wedding - Poem by Oriah Mirza
The Great Spirit knows the current of the winds of love wind through the caverns of our hearts and find us. We may walk against it or let it sweep us off of our feet and ride its magnificent wave wherever it sees fit to carry us. All spirit asks of us is trust.
The planets, stars, creatures, mountains, trees, fire, air, earth, water and the ether are themselves in a Divine marriage. A magical partnership of balancing energies, dynamic tension and full self expression they form together, through the sheer elegance of truth, a universe that is expanding eternally, changing, growing, becoming more fully itself as Divine Love can only do and be as this couple was, is and will be. It is here where the Gods play and the lines of duality disappear in the gardens of blossoming hope... in the field of sacred dreams.
Great Spirit, help us to read the words written in every spinning atom and every dew dropp leaf. Teach us to love, to receive and understand each other. Guide this couple with your beautiful song. May they always hear it, distant or near. In the mist of the morning, in the magic of midnights, in the breath of the willow tree.
By the grace of Father Time keep them young to wonderment and wise to the seasons. Bless their work on this planet and their journeys in Dream Time. Carry them when they feel weak and when strong, let them lead them in co-creation.
May all their lives be together as eternal friends in love, as eternal lovers in friendship. As angels to each other, as reflections of the Divine. Let the breeze be your thoughts and the sun be your essence. Let the moon be your intuition and your heart an ocean. Let your eyes be the stars watching over you like spirit guides... reminding you of what you were, what you are and what you will become.
A Gift From Chief Red Eagle Channeled by Psychic Riz Mirza
For the wedding ceremony of Twin Flames Riz and Oriah Mirza
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