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Holy Catholic Church,
I have lost the moment. I've been brooding. --- Why? What am I doing? -- Where is my heart? The birds are singing They fly away from a passerby Not scared but wanting to chirp more freely. The air is mild, the sun is shining The spring warmth touches my body. There is a cool breeze In between It smells of spring flower buds And the dandelion flower shines, I am here! And happy The angel's breath floats Above the incense The organ has crushed the silence The dead have risen. Rise yourself.
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 Your heart It has to break Sometimes it is ugly Sometimes it will smell Sometimes ashes will rise Burning shreds of heart Illuminating the sky. Don't be mistaken This ain't beautiful These flames This method of illumination Is making light Of burning flesh And after the ashes have settled And the vultures Have taken their share the sun may rise and shine again But I am No longer there. אחד  |
Hura is Arabic and means a Free Woman.Glutton for God
Nora Hoffmann I work with Master Saint Germain. ArchivesCategories |
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