Harmony

What makes it true is what I feel

Oh would Thou not let me feel

The sun rays gently stroking
The surface of my cheeks,

As day breaks in like morning frost,

Kisses my lips
With frequencies in red and orange

And pours the sky in through my eyes

Letting in a blissful flow of pure light

…

The way it is. The way it should be.

Existence within infinite harmony.

Merci

Pardon

Je t'aime

9 Oct 2013