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Freedom's truth
where words contain the fullness of all creation |
| How the spirit beholds us in the mighty Creation of His Glory, is our ever-present God. Throughout the presence each thought is His value. Into the grove where waters and soil merge grow many ideas that feed the many. And the many reserve a place for the next. In the grove where worlds bring waters march as soil breathes timeless souls. This freedom is with the Life and the fluid of the Supreme glow. Here the blood of physics is relentless in His prayer. |