The Thunder Moon

(Also known as Blessing, Buck, Oak)      
       
“who knows if the moon's      
a balloon,coming out of a keen city      
in the sky--filled with pretty people?"      
~ cummings, e.e.        
       
The skeleton of a bird is not more fragile than the bones      
of human emotion.  A single measurement ­of water ingests      
our beings into a globe of tissue to absorb the origin of truth        
and light.  Think about that for one moment. Think -- about        
       
the swarm of sperm toward an egg like a Winter colony        
of Wisconsin bees. The cracking, penetration, formation,        
birth.  We come in Love; we come in strength; we come  in        
resolve to experience the world into an enlightened place.        
       
We come through a conduit, a medium of space conjoined        
with higher beings of consciousness that are no more than us        
and our own freewill to come forth.  They are, you are, we are      
One; born to elemental beauty on this sentient planet Earth.        
       
Despite how we grow we are still the same. Our beliefs unite      
or divide us; what we covet drives us; what we think creates us.        
       
Listen, what we believe is only the product of a thought; our      
personal galaxy of truth. What we covet is no more than our        
reward: diminishing materialism or permeating Love. What      
we think is a key threshold resonance to a vibration we hold.        
       
Law of Attraction is held in place by that simple vibratory pattern        
within the liquid crystal of Sacred Geometry orchestrated by that      
thought; set your intentions tonight. Here's the key; hold it tight:      
That  which is felt is much more sacred than that which is taught.      
--      
Once we were energy encompassing all that lived; we crossed billions        
of light years to experience the skeletal fragility of human existence.        
       
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