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Nov 2010
On this long, drawn out journey from the vilest of things to the sweetest smell of flowers that linger upon the air.  My journey wasn't alone I came with a sister; we walked so much I had a blister.  Along comes a bus and we're off and sitting with the discussion of things. So down to the beach we went. I could feel your wonder so as my feet hit the sand.  We were truly in another land.

A place of beauty alive with awe just for you.  I soon found myself saying Take a long look; the flowers are for you my sister to aide in your heart felt plea for others. I traveled far and wide to the land where starfish hide, purple in color.  I ask a local surfer girl to intercede for our brothers.

I gave you a skin with strings, complete with gifts and things. We asked her to ride out for the best wave of her life to release our plea at 403 at four points west, she did her utmost best.  
We stood in the sand with living waters as we watched god paint the most impossible of things.  The sunset so pure for those that received pure fresh air at a moment’s glance. My heart began to draw near and dance.

Out of the mouth of babes was pure joy to have saved the rest was the part I liked best.  My feet glued to the sand I knew you sent god for man, one to walk hand in hand.

I've smiled so big that it uncovered the diamond from within the shark’s teeth as the dolphins went crazy.  I knew what just landed, it's locked until time.

When the hour is near I'll be on time but if I'm not, please grab me so I can sit at the bridegrooms table inside of Jerusalem without a spot.

A feast of time, sentient beings, bring found favor in our hearts to save us from ourselves and let each others army live together all in one house.

Through the power of belief and ascension comes a man's redemption, through the house of David comes a silver thread of family ties.

The daughter of Moses, a true sister of Zion, a mother of love and a child of god all within four points west.
SHEKHINAH EN KA MITT (C)                                                           08/08
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