We are here to be in love, the place of knowing, the place of doves. And when we choose to walk away, then we don't learn how to walk or play. Gift to me, the song of love. Gift to me, your ever longing dove. And I will be here with your heart, the song of angels will gift you the start. We are dancing in the light, the place we hear, the place of delight. And when you come home, wait and sea, the heart of me, the heart of thee. We are going home, my love, can't you see? We are going home to Angels who are free? And when we come to your open door, then all will be the open hoar. (Sometimes called frost, hoar is a layer of ice crystals formed between the ground and snow cover by sublimation. This is complete, absolute utterance of the perfect crystalline unity of many of the Oneness, the voice of the song as the embodiment of Oneness where there is no separation between the soul and the flesh, as we can skip the step in the lessons as in conflicts, this makes all easier to find joy! A place upon the green grass of Earth and where the Clouds of Sky float by, like heavenly Angels. Here we live in peaceful bliss, protected from the harsh elements of transformation or suffering and conflict, where the perfect crystalline river flows again! Also known as sugar snow, the sweet river of knowing, the journey of the heart, the tears of joy. This often comes when we have characteristics of age, especially having gray or white hair often called hoary, the signs of wisdom, the Yellow Way, the steps that take us into Brotherhood, the Golden Age!)
Days come home to me and let me in, the place of longing, the place without sin. And I am looking forward to that day, when we come home and learn to play. And I know you will always be, the heart of trumpets who long to sea, the song of Angels who lift their voices high, to be inside of the permanent sky. Don't you look at any other ways, but it will be here yesterday. And tomorrow will bring us home this way, because we know that God is here to stay. There is longing, there is hope. There is constant overlook, because we don't think of things that soar, because we know and are open to more. This is where we learn to dance, to sing on top of mountain tops, and we can find a new way home, when we go home to dance and sing again.
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