Time stands still the dark of the night isn't yet home and I am floating in timeless being. 

Christ's heart in the picture that joins me home from France, brings me to the church in corsica where people of old painted it with barbe wire around...is it our lords thorned crown of salvation, is is the message of the paradox of life...is there no truth that stands alone without the other polar opposite to site it a standing at all, 

And isn't the word paradox itself from the ego for all that is has no words.... open heart of christ take me home....

Amen

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