With the clatter of a storm, on a humid wind,
You had come in the form of thunder.
In both my ears You had uttered:
"This form also, it is Mine; did you notice?
"With imaginative fancy ever I stay busy;
I am composing cadence per My own liking.
Coming and going, smiling and wanting–
For all things I make laws to be complied with.
"With shooting stars and rainstorm's panic,
On the cosmic vastness My dance rises.
I am the Lord of Dance, I keep performing deeds;
Easily, obstacles I topple."
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Wednesday, April 20, 2022
The enemy is my friend
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He makes the rules, but never is He bound by them. He comes to us in many guises; frightfully, His hand extends.
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