The river flows, and breaks the silence of the sunrise, its constant as is the light as it raises over the mountains
Between me and the light is the sound of the river and will always be here, whether I can see it, feel it, be one with it,
I am one with it as I am one with lov of all creation.
What can I make of my creation,this time, my moments that I pass thru life, but to shed the robes of desire and deceit to hear more clearly, see more profoundly and receive more fully.
I open my hands and prayer, ask and it will be given to you, knock and the door will be opened to you, for anyone who asks, receives and he who the door knocks opens,
I knock at the door and I ask, as I open my hands to be a healer, to touch the poor and the dying and raise them to you, in thy will, let me be blessed to do your work and glorify this moment, forever more.....
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