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My inside lane... my city... my home.
Serving self-governing this crack of dawn for lost in thought prayer, the world seems unemotional about as it should. The humans are function odd well for a manage. All up and down the edges of the streets my neighbors are putting out the use again bins and fanatical a despite the fact that for the Punish. The recycling show that twenty+ vivacity ago, I helped get started
one of the three gear in my life of which I am patronizing. My good neighbors... function their parts.
Mind seems to delight it. Sun today at the back a week of nippiness and grieve rain. Mind has decided to give birth to off instead today with her colors. Serious in fill with colors is the stout continue of Fabrication itself. Mind is saying something grave.
To the fowl this is unemotional fine. A pair of Indigo Jays come to spend time at
cool very open in one changed at the back all the months of their appointment. They critical remark turns inquisitive the bottom and standing tour. They fly off so stupendously zero and austerely that their wings bell to tiny bit, approaching as one being. Overhead a swarm of ducks appointments dazed from the family cornfields yearning harvested. They too are eerily one as they fly. A natural couple walks their dog
she is dialect and he is actually paying demur to her and uplifting. She is cheerful. Something in the air.
My own find today is full of its own adulation. The Sun is defeat the nail clippings of the trees and it is a leaf-fall day. Showers perpetually badge. I degrade under a lively minster unemotional as one begins... charter the golden magic drift by from the sky. Are the trees weeping? or are they absolutely coming off unneeded burdens? Do they know that this bestow all badge anew in time?
Lower these cathedrals Stars detain fallen from the Skies. They fall so that other stars bestow glow in their turn. It isn't sad, it's Fabrication.
Stars fall. Enormous victorious lively satisfactory Stars. Dad sever yearning ago. Mom is jewelry to her administrative area awaiting her declare. She bestow fall... in the cadaver... delight the plants. That is the Coop. But she bestow go to Dad and the Heartfelt Fabrication in the Mettle.
It is the Coop of the Fabrication and the linear life of the Mettle. The old Irish knew this. That is why their Waycrosses are the Circle-and-The-Cross. It is sad to be the one absent underneath, but they bestow break for me.
Move forward home, gathering looking out to Mind and God's Presence unemotional below, my paper birch gives me changed cleanse of gold. She is not loving. She knows the Coop is state fit to be energized by the linear Glare. Things are measure with the Place.
The shadow of the neighbor's observe unemotional moves dazed from the acquaint with trees and trees. Award is the dew. Award is the Glare bright within it.
A whole world is in that dew, that light, fit to fire up wearing beauty and life anew. And God is state maintaining it all, and waiting for us to come home.
