Above the clouds
There is no weeping
Azure blue sky
In all four directions.
The four corners of the Earth
Bow down in reverence
To the One True King and Queen
That reside in each human heart.
The crown of thorns
Become ashes in the flame of love.
Earth, wind, flame and water
Erupt together in sacred harmony
Nourishing, cleansing, living and breathing
L o v e.
Agreeing to disagree.
Each with their own truth
Laid bare on the table of everlasting peace.
Lay yourself down
Upon the altar of your own grief.
Set fire to the blanket of lies that cover your true nature.
Rise from the ashes that are cleansed by your tears
And dine at the table of your King and Queen.
There is plenty for all
At the feast of your own love.
Sat Nam ❤️ LOVE