Where does my love rest this night? Let the dew drops gently wash her delicate hair in the morrow and the song birds shower her with syphonies. Let my love embrace her every essence of being and let us cry for joy from the deepest part of our existance. Let no doubt enter this certain shining SUN. Hear me oh universe! I shall not go quietly into this night nor shall I permit the Maya to win. For I am love unfolding, everflowing, knowing, and everpresent in the air.

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