ManRand: Gaze infinitely inward as the gentle current meanders and the sun warms the day. Memories shimmering from a last gust of radiance.
ManRand: An atmospheric reflection intended upon a loon's sequins while a float pure through crystolite placidly suspended. Drift above the depth of Divine love only to surrender...
ManRand: To the sacred waters of the soul where the past is cleansed...
ManRand: By eternal light so magically orchestrated.
ManRand: Free yourself and recover within wooded seclusion to breathe at last ripen hallow pine.
ManRand: Day 3...The meaning and feel of stepping...
ManRand: Step into the millennium shallows of God's blissful forest enclave...
ManRand: Where one follows an impossibility to trace vine tatted to lace through time.
ManRand: Where beneath giants adorn with pulpous rings do bend, for you can hear the push of wind.
ManRand: Here now lyrical one at the crossroads of a firmament sigh...
ManRand: Proceed between innocence and wisdom to harvest the comedy and tragedy of your soul.
ManRand: Proceed to discover that you were never not whole...
ManRand: A part of you has always been untouched by the world.
ManRand: It is time to awake child so that God may love himself through your flesh. With innocence of nudity and purity of being adore the divine creator.
ManRand: Sacred is the sweat of your mother's labor as her gratitude drops tears so fresh.
ManRand: During a quiet dawn with God learn to say goodbye to the moon.
ManRand: During no special moment in a day learn to see, hear, taste, smell, and feel God's ever slightest tune.
ManRand: With the coming darkness of a day save every last glimmer of light to be your dream locator.
ManRand: God, I blow on a magic wand in my hand and wish for all my dreams to live free.
ManRand: God, I step willingly through the riot of young life until your emptiness, fuller than fullness has come to inhabit.
ManRand: God, I dance to the flow of your grace until I reach a point where all lines intersect like limbs to the tree.
ManRand: God, I thank you for the helping hands from my family and friends on your revolving planet.
ManRand: God, whatever affliction befalls me and whatever mistake I event, may despair and forgiveness find that a great gift is in transit.
ManRand: Lift me high over your brilliance so to soar with peaceful forgiveness towards hurt and my own self that I vanquished.
ManRand: Siphon the thick bold blood of my parents from a strong vein to softly shower over these limiting fears I permit.
ManRand: Sacred voyage of my youthful years soon to reach the land where God may love himself through my own infant's flesh.
ManRand: It is here now that I stand with my flesh a reflection upon waters stilled by brilliance.
ManRand: My flesh being slashed has left ribbons of shadows...fallen love to what is lost through time.
ManRand: My flesh given way to crevasses captures the grace of erosion to earth's own defaced resemblance.
ManRand: Now softened are my demands like that of tatted lace constellations floating over earth's iron rhyme.