Hope

With all the great gifts you have given me, I know many were but a prayer, a seed planted in the ether of emotion where time and space travel together through the void of the unknown to populate the land of future generations with shade trees, that I will never see. It is a humble privilege to be a good steward of such mysterious medicine as this, to confidently know I have given it my best and admit that whatever greatness comes from all of this is an emergent property of the process. I am but a mere iota of aspect, stitching together, my tiny corner of the universe into the tapestry of eternal paradise. Every day I give my whole soul seed ecstatically to the Eskaton of now this present moment is the gift meant to uplift, there is momentum in the inertia of this age. Here now I stand as scion of self in fullness of permission to pray, I pave the way in how I play. I dedicate today and each and every day to paradise, This is paradise, I give my paradise prayer and blessing to the land with water and words, I feed the roots of the Earth with emotions and moods of love, there is great compassion in the depth of gratitude that exude the possible, this is an establishment of birthright, sacred privilege to tend the land and so I lend a hand with God in self authoring the plan, let it all expand. Raise the elevation to grand examination, this is the heart song of earth palpitation this is where I belong, nothing is wrong, I am enough as I am, now what is left but to love how good it gets while we still learn to forgive the debts of old regrets. No one really forgets, we all remember. I was the first one and shall be the last, all future visions already passed. This is the path. This is the way we pray today. This is how we play without delay.