"her path to integrity"
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stay prostrated and allow me to listen to your humble words
tell me of this love with which i have blessed you... one word is too many and ten thousand not enough he is the many streams that flow into my lake providing life's nourishment complimenting my life within sustaining my living spirit within this dying shell of encasement skin married to his soul, bound until the necessity to be unbound when he is mentally and physically well then so am i however, when illness is upon him unable to comprehend i too become ill and share his sleepless nights and endless unending days your voice would internally stir and then whisper, he is thinking of you and is near i know then to prepare to either see or hear from him an invisible thread bonds our very souls so they may easily and continually communicate. i am part of him and he i unable to imagine separating the inseparable separating the inseparable that have yet to be joined but have joined and communed in a silent, spiritual language. our spirits are as the winds rustling the treetops of the many fir trees one whirling and one swaying the colours of nature paint our skin creating our own unique race the depths of our knowledge and understanding continue to share their wondrous journey in blue and green thru tender, quiet moments of loving dialogue and relaxation, only he is able to fill my wooden pail with fresh, cool water that truly is my definition of my very best friend the sacred keys you gave each of us to our very soul have been exchanged and left in the lock of the soul of the other so like the water onto the receptive, sandy beach that ebbs and flows, the key is easily touched and visible with open hand, we cradle and balance this fragile, delicate love not to restrain or stunt the growth of the other but allowing each to flourish and grow; for is that not trust? without trust, what is our love? without balance, what is our unity and division as our flesh has yet to unite and divide, i know our love is of the truest kind the deepest connection a man and a woman is ever to experience i have dreamed about our lives past as we swam in the mighty Ganges speaking in Punjabi, seeing us living in the Yukon, Canada dressed in our elk buckskins walking on the Sussex Downs telling stories with English accents and now on yet another of your journeys i know our love is of the truest kind and we need no law, no ring, no ceremony to make us man and wife as ours is union before time and beyond this earthly life and i know allah subhana wata allah that in your most gracious hand dwells the smallest of seedling that you continue to nurture and love as you allow your lovers to journey closer to this destined virginal consummation. la ilaha il lalah muhammadan rasulullah! `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova |
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