Vigil

Vigil,

No, it is not despair,

heavenly tears are not drowning

Dome of fullness, colorful fields of hope,

Of the one walking this world loving every shadow and light with awe

with whole heart every beautiful and ugly part

Of Wonderland,

My body,

Being(s),

Earth...

No it is not despair, but burning power...of the in love fall.

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Peaceful knowledge of compassion

that beauty is it's garment, the spirit's service

the heart that inhabits, fills,

overflown by same rock salt...

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More and more invisible to everyone

soaring

out-of-body transparency

every day eye (I)

Outside while in, by the force of Love's solar wings

lifting you up,

unbound

by gravity

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Your sight, feeling intensely your body that treads and falls and dreams

Your intake...

the solitude of supernatural limbo horizon, the convulsions of the desire to go-stay...

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No it is not despair of death, but hope

that Pandemonium filling,

The most wonderful scene above each of -nows,

Where everything you admire, hold sincerely,

you prefer receiving incorruptibly, so letting go... free.

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Eyes can't behold. Withstand. Water within fire

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Rest

heart Sun

ever without sunset!

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Oh, no, no despair Here Just

immortal hope, truest existence reside,

Flaring

Hard!

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