Tuesday, February 28, 2017

WindChaser

The winds of the Spirit blow, swirl and flutter 

throughout the earth. 

Beings of fire and wings dance and worship 

in the delight of celestial effervescence. 

A wild party of cosmic proportions is in full effect. 

Holy. 

Worthy. 

BREATH.

The torn veil drawing me into the Father of Lights.


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