Long Nights Of My Sacred Kaleidoscope Soul
The longing of the instrument awaits his sacred purpose. His artists healing song.
How our valleys of despair and thorns of pain await the artist’s divine song, the warm healing hymn of the son, our sacred high path of purpose. We live as though we are the body seeking through weary gloom, the candlelight of that elusive loving soul with whom to share this mysterious yet, evermore sacred path. My Body is busted, broken, twisted, and…
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