No, it doesn’t matter to me, it all makes my heart sing. Such lovely fabric gets torn but I really don’t care, the beauty remains. Beauty, like love, is made of holy stuff, it is forever and cannot be lost. This heart of mine, it knows its own infinity and everlasting light. This gossamer heart knows. It makes no difference. My joy is here, this, the pure sheer pleasure of this living Mystery. I see your magical smile through the delicate threads and the silky wisps of love’s laughter. Here in this wondrous feeling of my own untamed beauty, with my hair untied, my spirit unleashed, in comes the holy light of love, touching me, moving me, taking me. My peace is here, as close as breathing, as it sets me free, sailing on the pink bubbles that rise from this luminous crystal flute of love.
Sandy oh Sandy oh Sandy,
In this trying time for many, I hope all is going well with you, family and friends.
“My peace is here, as close as breathing, as it sets me free,…”
… gossamer … gossamer … gossamer …
– What a word! I love it!
– like that which is beyond the grasp of thought, yet …
Love,
walt
My dear Walt, Thank you so much for your beautiful Light around here. I am very happy you liked that wispy, sheer, gossamer love song. I am forever in awe of this Ever-Lasting Life we are. In this holy wholeness of what I know, we are all Living this Presence of the Infinite Light of Love. And there really is no other Life that we can ever be – It is wonderful. 💕