The rendezvous and dance of
light is the music of shadows, conducting the beauty of duality and the two to
tango.
The dance of love is what cannot be observed but the thoughts of that light needs to be seen.
The rhythm
of hope takes every beating from the shadow for the pleasure, ever to dance
again.
The leading hand in
exchange of trust and shades in touch are the will of love and covering of the
shadows of each other.
The mind in love shapes
every thought while joy follows it like a shadow leading to the light of truth.
Shadows of ecliptic spheres
and natures mystic field of shades pointing towards the purpose light to
accumulate its merit.
In the light of truth all
things become clear, as only in expediency where the shadow of right and truth
becomes the handicap.
Falsehood and truth are the
shadows between a person and its life, the difference being that while the
falsehood is chained to the self, true life is freedom.
In the dance of shadows the
innocent melodies makes one believe to trust in the light of the eternal soul. The
mystical dances of antiquity and times are the heavenly performance that opens
the magic of life.
Dancing shadows become the
conviction to the spirit maintaining the discipleship that follows the
doubtless light.
The cinematic play of light
seen as shadows on the screen are the similarities of human experience, the
focus for the perfect image is the tuning-clarity that captures the souls
drifting in the world.
Wisdoms light are the
gravities and wit of soul to give the dancing shadow the flying toe tips, waltzing
through the pulse of the life.
Shades of grace and
memories of source, are the call to those whose hour has come to awake, and melodies and
lullabies to those who are still meant to sleep.
Natures play on shades of
many stories is the music we all have danced to recalling homage to the loving
spirit.
The frame of heart is
holding the glorious image of the shades that sharpens the vision that reaches
the spheres of light that have no shadow, like a rainbow.
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