Gratias!






















Bad art bull!

Devoid of anything but...

..what are those words again?..

Dislocation,
Disachievement,
Disreality,
Dis-an'-dat,
Dis-an'-dat...

Forever n'ever, never, never

The sun rose,
the fog rose,
the red rose,
the dew formed,
the sky blued.
Another morning was granted!
*Phew!*

Forever n'ever, never, never

Then it was done,
it is understood,
(not entirely; not enough),
There is a door,
a path,
a road,
a bridge,
a rainbow,
an old churchyard with scattered crosses!

Here on the top of the mountain is a fire.
Here I am..and the sun.

Gaze with me into the great well,
and all the world answers,
singing Glory, Glory, Glory..

Forever

Love exists like and endless flood of healing burning white light.

The sphere lies blackened,
among the ashes,
a few points of fire still glow.

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