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MORNING ADORATION
Now the real sun has risen on the horizon
the golden sun of my joy
over the ocean of ecstatic waves
come walk with me at the beach
stepping through the white sand of pure ecstatic love
liberated from all shame or fear
dancing as the dolphins of a new day
mother earth was weeping for
children as happy as a waterfall
singing the song of unity ... oneness ... with every drop
that is tingeling on their sensual skin
opening cascades of colours
and symphonies sung by the stars
laughter of innocence fill the air
with purified hearts in the river of eros
my love she knows who she is
opening the secrets in her beloved
embracing the light of his devotion
serving the priest in the king
blessing this divine connection in communion with God
I love you beyond all understanding
I love you as wisdom's golden ray
I love you more than love itself
I love you while life is present here and now
I love you as the wife god has created
for the breath of my birth is you
~YOUR BELOVED MARIO~
DEVOTED TO MY GODDESS I feel so happy my love ... woke up
wrapped by your loveliful heart garden love and a smile on your face as
we would wake up having the rising sun over the ocean and listening to
the waves of your breath, while the warm ocean waves play with our feet
... our being together is created by temple love that had called us
since we were brought together ... and now it has come the time to be
lived and celebrated by our promise to be devoted to celestial love ...
expressing through our being on earth as a divine couple ... how much I
love you ... all the colours and words getting form by the feelings for
life through your true heart ... how much I enjoy those forms in its
beauty and intention ... and your body the expression of this love
vibrating in ecstatic joy and understanding ... light as a butterfly
and true as a song of the birds in the morning ... intense as a passionated Tiger ... while our dance is abandoned to the loving arms
and kisses given by the uncountable lips of the universe ... all
flowing through me in golden smiles of adoration for the playful
goddess girl in our eternal kingdom of love ... I don't want to miss not
one breath and word or smile given by the priestess revealing her
secretes to all the men and women while touching her eternal lover as
the one in the all ... the king feels so honored ... so he bows his
spirit to be the servant a true king is ready for to serve love ...
without fear to be misused ... this dimension of being born in the
presence of the one who stepped into our life as the celestial gift ...
the reconditioned female creativity is lifting up every particle in the
three dimensional world to vibrate again in her unconditioned love as
her nature ... sing my love ... dance my love ... you are recognized as
this huge light being ... expressing even in every little cricket's
song as an angelic song ... ears learned to listen are fascinated and
step through this gate ... etheric worlds in new ways to embrace the
spirit, open their spheres of inner temples and everlasting joy ...
every moment is new and fresh and the same time save and comfortable
... this worlds are created in trust and through the reality of the
only reality ever had been created by the breath of God ...
unconditional love ... M&M is in awareness ... born by the sacred
oneness ... in this holy flow of spirit ... that God loves to play in
our garden of devoted joy ... let us drink this dew ... which the night
of lovers has spread over the meadows and flowers ... as the nectar of
your deepest sighs in our love ... every morning this world is offering
all her children to get out and gather those drops in the heart of
those flowers ... while they stretch their whole being into the sun ...
you are this moonchild my magic sun rays where waiting for ... call my
name and I'll be there ... to warm up the waters of your ecstatic joy
... I feel embraced by a garden that smiles to me .... pulsating warmth
and love as the heart of hearts is beating the rhythm of her dancing
children ...
WORDS TO A FRIEND LOVING A WOMAN HAS ANOTHER QUALITY THAN TELLING HER THE
TRUTH - THE TRUTH OF LOVING HER HAS A DEEPER VIBRATION - AND BRINGS
FORTH THE REALITY OF TRUTH EVEN STRONGER - EVEN BRIGHTER - AFTER
KNOWING - IS LOVING - AND LOVING HAS A QUALITY OF SILENCE -
IF THERE IS STILL A VISION OF BEING TOGETHER - THE KNOWING OF HEART CAN
TELL - THEN ADORATION WILL BE THE KEY - EROS STARTS WITH ADORATION OF
BEAUTY THAT CAN BE SEEN - IN THE EYES OF THE LOVER YOU'RE WITH - THIS
FIRE OF ADORATION HAS ALWAYS TO BE THE CORE OF OUR INTENTIONS AS LOVERS
- ADORATION TO GOD - TO LIFE - TO THE LOVER YOU ARE WITH - THERE IS NO
OTHER DEEPER MYSTERY OF LIFE TO BE EXPERIENCED - AS LOVING GOD IN YOUR
LOVER - IN SILENCE - AND LET THE INNER WORLD SPEAK TO YOUR HEART - THE STORIES OF LOVE THAT ARE JUST TO PRECIOUS FOR WORDS - BECAUSE
ANYWAY IT IS NOT TO BE EXPRESSED - SEE THE LIGHT IN YOUR LOVERS EYES
AGAIN - AND TOUCH THE UNTOUCHABLE IN HER BREATH - BREATHE LIFE AGAIN AS
A LOVER - AND YOUR JOY WILL TELL NEW STORIES - INTO THE NEXT SPIRAL OF
HEAVENLY FULFILLMENT - NO ALTER CELEBRATES A PRAYER MORE SACRED THAN A
HEARTBEAT OF YOUR LOVER - DO YOU STILL REMEMBER THIS? APRIL 14th 2009
THE REBEL
The rebel has left his package on a rock while he is walking through the
high mountains and just left it there for another one who needs to step
into this expression to grow ... the rebel left it all behind and
acceptance had become his heartbeat ... to walk on what ever is
received or not ... with every step touching this path, mother earth and
the spirit of the highlands ... let a flower grow ... also if no one ever
will be astonished about the beauty of the mountains ... it is natural
that he walks on to celebrate this thin air ... and the scent of lovers
who walked that path ... the path to the highlands ... somewhere up
there ... on the peek shall be a gate ... acceptance for what ever there
is ... so they say is the key ... down there in the valley they are
busy to establish compromises ... the air is thin but filled by
songs of those who are waiting ... that there is a heart that responds
to the rebel that has left his package on a rock ... the heart who sees
the flowers on the rock ... and loves to respond to the one who is
walking through thin air ...
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