Listen to the wind,
do you hear the gentle spirits giving their thanks?
A door to the spirit is opened and the aura of kindness radiates into the core, your core.
The dance between the beloved emits a holy fragrance like a rose.
This very thought travelled far to reach only you, as special as can be.
Gently she whispers sweet truth, that you are loved, that you are special.
She sees your kindness. She sees your inner goodness.
Nothing else matters.
Turning and turning and turning and turning like holy whiling dervishes,
like the humble Sufi whose friend is a humble Rabbi whose friend is a humble Ascetic whose friend is a humble priest.
She dances you closer to the infinite, the Almighty.
The ego ends and G-d is a she
and we continue forward even while we are traveling backwards.
It doesn’t matter which direction we go! You are loved!
The infinite eternal loving-kindness shows us the way.
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