Tapping into the glory of intellect as it opens ever
wider through a creative process of imagination, tak-
ing over every particle of being.
Soliciting tender and gentle melodies from within a
bluened light, watching interiorly as the Divine takes
over this mind.
Serving peace and serenity in fields of roses, as pine
needles fall from above, touching an essence and passion
of my being, solemn, yet very quietly inspired interiorly
by the Divine.
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