Sometimes I weep from the beauty of life. How everything coalesces into one. The All-ness of it all. What the Beloved must have been thinking as She spun this world into being. Such glory and …
Infinitely Beautiful
Infinitely Beautiful Tonight the Beloved called me by name. An infinite sea of stars spun from Her lips. One flashed, dazzling to the eye, in its shimmering surface I beheld a reflection of my Soul. …