Like a pilgrimage walking in the dark

Internal oils burning the light needed for the moon to remember us, spinning the firmenent to point onto the lights which give praise to the morning

First I feel separate and sit arms outstretched to give blessin, then I bow my head and sing and chant the one voice-

Everyone honoring ommmmm and making space within them selves for the miracle that vibrates compassion in this world as it floats freely in and out of ourselves---

Amen

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