A moment of delight, and there were four colors of ribbon, and they created a silent symphony, broken into movements into moments into monuments of praise.
Today is here, and I got my Miracle, and may it allow me to dance and pray and serve all sentient beings!
Together we are blossoming and together we are nurtured and we are the nurturing, the source of nourishment, the pleasure-serum in the formula of exhalation.
And I am renewed with this breath: these wings are catching the wind, and no-thing can keep me from my good.
Like a delicate Orchid in a controlled-environment, you watch over me and keep me safe—allowing the sunshine to roll around on my tongue. AND WE’D NEVER FAULT AN EXOTIC FLOWER FOR GETTING HER NEEDS MET.
We are skydiving on yesterday’s resolutions and it is wonderful and blessed and yes. I AM A SOURCE OF HEALING, AND MY CELLS HUM ALONG WITH THE MANTRA, AND IT TAKES ROOT DEEP IN MY BEING. I am a source of healing; I am Light.
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No, we’d never fault an exotic flower for getting her needs met. And she’d never fault us for losing ourselves in her scent and her beauty. No more than she’d fault her mirror image for signing up on her list of suitors on the glass of sameness that keeps them apart.
And you can’t find a bumblebee with a Geiger counter. And the keyboard needs a haircut. And I am sleepy.
Today was yesterday and tomorrow is today and therefore twice as much here. And for every beat of the Calvin cycle, the flower blooms stronger and stronger and she remembers who she was and who she is yet to be. And who would ever think that the future would reach backwards to yank your chain? It does, you know.
You are light. You are radiant, my dear Khandroma. And I don’t even need a Geiger counter to tell you that.
Welcome back, Skydancer; we missed you.
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Thank you for the warm welcome home, Dreamwalker. Falls into a puddle at your feet and just sighs, just breathes.
I’m working on the getting-out-of-my-head thing. Working on just FEELING breathing being.
I love what you say about the glass of sameness… Actually, I love everything you say. Blushes.
Thank you for watering this flower.
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Ribbons and silent symphonies… I love it! Healing is definitely a major part of my experience of you. You are health and satisfaction embodied!
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Mmmmmm… yummy affirmations. I am health and satisfaction embodied. I am health. I am health. I am health.
Ribbons are yummy, aren’t they? Hard to resist the Maypole in my mind!
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