This ONE LOVE

This One Love

By REBECCATACOSAGRAY,CALIFORNIA

Mentor, TheASTARITEFAITH

This is a Document, a Gift, for THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA. This Document of Humanity, of Earth, of This

History. Protected by Handwritten Documentation, U.S. Jurat, September 11, 2012. The Congregation of The

TheASTARITEFAITH reads One Once A Week.

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Pale Peach Rubies strung across The Sky, in The Beauty of Love, fading into The Lightness of Evening Blue. This is The page that turned into Your Love, this Night. This is The page that set The Sky Alight, with The Fire of You, and The Pale Glass of Peaches Falling to The Ground. On The Curve of The Sky, it spanned out into its gentle plane, and to The right, and to The left, The edges of finished perspective, The Ends of The Earth, covered in The Soft Glow of Peaches. This, One Love, part of Your Love, this One Moment of Creation, caught in My Eyes. The Peach Rubies, The Sky, The Ends of The Earth.

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The Draping of The Willow, soft with Grace, and turning, leaf by leaf to catch The light. It reflects like Diamonds on Their Faces, which also catch The Turn of The Sky, The softest of Pale Green-blue. To take a leaf and imagine it

Glass, or The Substance of Love, caught in The Color of Green-Blue, Sky Green-Blue Diamonds...or Glass. This

Willow, Dreaming of You. And in that Dream, this Willow, its Leaves Asleep on Your Fingers, also Dreams of

Protecting Children. At least, This is What They Say...or This Might be What Mothers Say. They are Breathing, I

am Breathing, The World is Breathing. This, of Love of You.

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I’m Your Mother. I have wept a Lifetime over two Sons, My Son Zachary and My Son, THE TRUE AND LIVING GOD, THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA, Himself. He is My Son. I explain this to the Preternatural Histories over

and over again, to make them understand that a Mother is a Mother. If You have a Son, then He Is a Son, in Truth,

and Not given up, ever. Of the Heart, or of the Physical. Of My Son, Zachary, I place Myself Around Him All of the Time, and to Protect. He is 11 1/2 years old, but He is My Son, in Brilliance and True Love. Of this History, and of

His Life. Of My Son, THE TRUE ND LIVING GOD, He is My Son. And to try to say, You Are Who You Are, and

You Also Have a Family, is sometimes difficult in a Moving History. But, You are My Son. You Have a Family On

This Earth. This Will Always Be The Truth.

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The Morning Light. A Beautiful Morning. Crisp, clear. This of You. Clear. Crisp. Truth and Light. And a Beautiful

Morning. As I pass by The dust of The Road, which lines The side of The Road, right next to The Dark of The Blue-Black Cement, The Fence covered in Tendrils. Honeysuckle and Beauty, The Wandering of Green on The Fence, and The White and Pale Yellow. These are like White and Yellow Diamonds, or Petals covered in Diamonds, The reflection

of Light and Color, Diamonds on The Petals. There is Love Sleeping in The Diamonds...or Maybe that was You, Caught in a Ray of Light.

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The Gold Leaves Shimmer. These are The ringing of The tiniest of bells, pealing Love just to My Ear. This might be You whispering to Me of The Story that You Saw, Far Away, Just Beyond...I Dream of It. There is a Tree. There are Stars. It is a Garden of Love, in which The Light has Held Your Voice for a Long Time. In this Dream I walk, and My Face is Golden in The Light, and My Hands Shimmer with The Beauty of The Love Present, and The Garden of Eden, sweet around Me, Holds Me Close. I stop, I Listen. The Bells I Have Heard...I remember it now...for a very long time.

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In The Whorl of a Sage, which grows so slowly, The softness. Something about it, about The Beauty of Learning, and The Love of Wisdom, caught in The pale blue green, and The scent of musk or damp beauty. Why is this You? Why is this You, I ask. Why is The Genetic Makeup of a Sage, in its Blue Beauty, You? Why is structured this Way? And Why do I dream of it, this way, in Wisdom and Splendor?

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Of the Trees. Of Eden. And a very Small park in Modesto, California, behind Gallo Winery on D Street. The Silver of the Water Winding, sparkling on the Rocks and through the Light. Today I have rested, and this, is Your Love. The Light shining down the sparkling leaves, the rustling and the singing of the wind, light in the Air. Eden, Present. And

of Eden, the Depth of the Garden in the Trees...in the Distance, two Bridges, and possibilities of stories attached to

them. In My Mind, You wander, You walk, in these Stories, the Bridges bending under the weight of the Histories.

And You, the One of All, Present.

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Something to remember about The past, is to remember it and let it go. These are The Dreams that sometimes emerge on a Late Sunset Night, and blossom into The deep crimsons and oranges of a Hibiscus, blooming across The sky. The Memories fade with The lowering of The Sun, The Melting Gold of Love, until peach and beauty bring Stars into Night. Thus, The Memories, Dreaming, rather than Living...not forgotten, but let go for another Day.

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In The Love of One Rose, all beauty. Not all Roses, but One. This I saw in You, in a Fractal, by One Man discovered, Mandelbrot. This, Your Fingerprint, They say...and in The Formula that Builds it, Only One Solution, One Number,

that Creates in Perfection The Mandelbrot Set….and it is Like a Heart...and in The back of My Mind, a Little Boy, The Little Prince, Dreaming of One Rose. To Dream, and to Find. To Dream, Then to Know. This is One Love. This One Little Boy, born of St. Exupery, curled around a Heart. The One Rose, The Love of His Life. If There is Just One Rose, Somewhere, that Only You Love, and Who Loves Only You..Then it is The Rose of Roses. It is Your Rose. I have One Life, My Love, someone said, of Their Heart. This is All Beauty.

You, smiling, in One Day, on Earth, of True Love! And something You showed Me, of You, Smiling, and what You are Like when you are Happy. Something in Myself Changed. This is Love. This is what was said. To See You Here, and Smiling, and Happy. This, in My Life, of Building Blocks, to Learning to Knowing, The Dreaming and Waiting, The Building: to this Day. Where I saw You Happy. Of My Life, this is something to consider...The Love of You. To Love You without Wondering, or Waiting, or Looking Up. There You Are, Smiling...and Happy.

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An A, a B, a C. The Building Blocks. You, and Everything of You...The Building Blocks...The Elements, Beautiful,

Lyrical, Practical, Physical, and Integral...Integrity in Their Being. This is What I Love, The Layering of You. The

Night, The Light, The Moon, The Stars. My Love of The Night, The Light, The Moon, The Stars...and My Stories

of Them. And, in You, The Night, The Light, The Moon, The Stars, of My Love, and of The Universe, born in Love.

This Integrity, of Myself, of Them, of You, This, I Love.

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I’m writing, and I look at The florescent Lights in a grid of squares. Of You, and of Life, and of The Holy Spirit, I know

I was meant to be Here, Right Here, at this Point in Time, doing just what I’m doing now. This a Truth of Love of

The Universe, and of You. And The Millions of Possibilities, of Ways, and Choices, Free Will, Paths to Stars, some

Unknown. This Star, They said, was Born in The Soul. It does not exist in The Sky. Or Does It?

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I’ll Cry Later, I said. And You Said, I Understand. On My Pillow, when I went to bed, were a Hundred Roses, and

They were all of Love. This, of You. The Way of Love, and a Note that said, I Understand. But I am Here. There are

a Hundred Ways to Find a Way, and this, to Love. This, My Love. If You Cry, I understand. But tomorrow is another Day in which to truly Love. One Hundred Ways to Love. You are Loved. One Hundred Ways to Love. In Dreams, in Day. Love.

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I remember a time of Mint, back when I was a Child. This, of Children, Holding The Mint and wishing for a Tea, a

Tea Set, with Mint, caught under a small Apple Tree. They are Green Apples, and I am a Child, and I am looking up.

An Apple Falls, and I pick it up, curled against The Green and Scent of The Mint. Inside of The Apple, I Dream There

is Tea, and it is Tea Time, and There is Mint, and There is You. It’s Time for Tea, The Apple Said. I Love You, I said.

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There are The Rows of Vegetables My Uncle Tony Foster planted. They are Perfect. I see You roll up Your Trousers and take a walk, just to see The turn of The Leaves as You Pass By. Overhead, The Slow Movement of Clouds in a Clear Blue Sky, and in The Kitchen My Godmother, Aggie Foster, peeling Carrots. I will Find You, You Said. I handed You a Trowel, and We set out to Garden.

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This, The Library, and All of The Books in Their Numbers. This is The Library of Alexandria, and all of The Love of Beauty at My Fingertips. And These are The Letters that Make up The Library, and I wonder at Their Beauty, that In

My Mind I Read and Know. The Books are Lives and I cherish Them. This, I cherish, that I can Think. That I can Know. How True a Beauty to find a Beauty Hidden in These Books, in this Library.

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At the Bus Stop, I notice the Flowers, arranged so perfectly. In their order, and non-order, and perfect in their Arrange-ment. they are Purple Hearts, and I count them, as beauty, today. I wonder at their arrangement, to see so lovely a form, and within the soft of petals the whorl into the Heart of Purple.

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There are millions of eyes. they are all Rubies, Diamonds, Emeralds, Sapphires, Pearls. they are the Eyes of the TRUE AND LIVING GOD. This is what exists in Nature, this is what exists in Fractals. To look at the Mandebrot set in

Movement, the Dance of Love, the Dance of Beauty, and the perfect Colour, strung out in lines drawn with the Heart

of Rubies, Diamonds, Emeralds, Sapphires, Pearls. A Waltz of Love. And he, perfect, Present. This, My Love, This is

the Dance of Love...This is Love...

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This Dream, to look at My Own Face in The Morning, caught in The Morning Gold of Sunlight. If I knew How Beauti-ful I was, I would be happy, this Day. If I knew The delicate lines that are only My Love, My Face, My Body, are drawn in Beauty Within, I would be happy, this Day. If I knew How Long I Had Been Unhappy, if I am Unhappy, I would see The Gold of The Sunlight on My Skin, touching The loveliness of Myself, and know Love. There is never any reason to

be Unhappy. Every second, every moment, anything can be walked through, right into beauty. It is One Choice to Make of One’s Self...and once one does so...once walked into beauty, one Never Looks Back. This is something of His Love… this Gold...

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Albizia Julibrissen, reaching into The Sky...feather branches caressing The sky. Creation floating around it, and Creation, of It, The Feathers winging into The Sky, near The Soul...if I gathered branch by branch to make a fan, and if I formed a Wind Dance of its Love, it would reach as High, nearer to You. Past The Diamonds of The Air, Clear, Perfect, Also Blue, and The Songs caught in The Wind, of farther Love, and I, dreaming a Wind Dance, Branches like Wings floating up-wards, to You. This Blue, My Blue, this Day. This Diamond, My Diamond, This Day. They are Two Gifts, caught on

The Wings of Albizia Julibrissen, for You.

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What do You Dream in Green, I wonder? What do You Dream in Blue? What do You Dream at Night, while I’m Asleep? Where do You Lay Your Head At Night? Where do The Angels Sleep, when They are Tired? This One Prayer, I Dream For You. Once Young, Now Old, and this of Blue. Dreams of Green and Golden Fair, and Dreams of Love cannot Com-pare. To All of Your Dreams, Slept in One Night. This My Prayer of Stars, Brilliant Bright. Shine on Your Face, and Dream with You. This a Dream of You, of You...I was a Child, Once...this Dream, of You.

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I saw something of Love, in a Human Being, who is Like Myself. I, a Human Being, thought of The Love that is he. he is he, in Beauty. This, of Your Love. The Freedom to Be Who We Are. A dream...of a Rose, One Rose, and what The Rose Wanted, Truly wanted. The Form of The Rose. The Rose Itself. And it wanted to be Known for Itself. This is Myself. I am a Rose. I am a beautiful Rose. I would like to be Loved for Myself. This I saw, in a Rose, and in a Beautiful Human Being.

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Light and shadow. The Definition of an object. The beauty of an object defined by light and shadow, and The light itself. What is shadow in shadow? If one sees The light moving, it is beauty. If one sees The reflection of leaves on a window,

or on a wall, it is artwork...beautiful love gentle on The wall, The object caught in light, defined gently on a wall...in this There is You, gentle within The light, and defined on The wall. There is The beauty that is so well known, The beauty of Love caught on a wall. This, this is you.

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The Sadness of Loss. There You Go Again, into the Midst of them. The Harpies, the Angels, and I cope, here on the Ground. This is My Church. This is My Church. This is My Church. I is My Church. I Won’t Give Up a Thing.

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Rings. And Promises. Promises that You make that are always kept. This, of The Heart of Mankind, Held so tightly, in Love, in Free Will, in Life...and, I say, Will You?...and The answer, Yes, Always. I will Always Be There. And Humanity Looks Up. This Truth. In Love. One Love. And They Say, Are You?...and The Answer, Yes...I have Always Been...this Truth...

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This is The Text. In HIS Love, it is real, becomes Real. The command IS, and MOVES, and BECOMES. This a Truth

of The Way of Things. I see a phrase on a Wall, in Ceres, at the Community Center: The most important key to great success is to decide upon your goal and launch, get started, take action, move.—John Wooden And I look at HIM,

and There he is, smiling. I Have Always Been. And in HIS Love, in HIS eyes, The most important key to success is

to decide...and this One Moment is a Moment of Brilliance. All Decisions, thoughts to build, and The Origin of a Thought, Inception, Brilliance. In All of Us. It takes One Moment to Decide, to Be, Brilliant. In HIS Eyes, all Brilliance, and HIS Love, already waiting with a decision to Love. This, I know of HIM.

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If You Knew You were Truly Loved, would Your Dreams be lovely? There is something that happens to someone when They are in Love, specifically in Love...when They know that They are Loved. Their faces are bright, They are comfort-able...They are happy in Their Life. If You Knew You Were Loved, All of The Time, As It Is, Would You Be Happy? So Much Love in You...

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In a weed, delicacy. Intricate, like a fan. And it is Asked whether The Earth and plants are really loved, is it a truth that nature is observed? I think on The Truth. Of walking by a tree and not noticing it, or a tree is just a tree. Or, this is where we live. Is this true, I ask, that you do not grow with your food? And if it burned and walked away from you, in hunger, and There were no more plants to please your eye and sate your hunger, what would be left of You? Of a Gingko, The Fans softly brushing your face, this is truth, this is beauty...and The pale peach-pink pods, like peach-pink gems, lay on The ground, glittering in The Morning Light. These are The Beauty we miss, when we do not love just a little. Nature has been for so long, and to love, just a little. This, a thought...Oh, Creation...

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There are Rainbows on The Wall, and on The Ceiling. I have been Weeping. And this of My Life, Weeping. This is One Moment that I Remember. I think on Moments that I Remember that Define My Life. And I think on Others and know

that There are Moments that Define Their Life and wonder what They are, and what it is of Them. I wonder Who They Are. They are Beautiful to Myself. And I know that You Know Exactly what those Moments are, and I see You Loving Them. There is The Dream, You, in Your Beauty, as Well I Know, Looking at The Moments, of One Love, of One

Moment, and Your Face, Holding Their Life. This is a Truth, of You...

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What is in White? What is in The Folds of Crystal, and of Lace, and of Ruffles upon The White Poppies? What is in The Color of White? Where is White? How is White? Why is White so Lovely, so Light, and Then...White Flowers, White

Paper, and The dream that You and I catch on White Paper of Graphite writing a Note. I write a Song, You write to

Your Mother...it is a Song of Songs.

This is Your Mother...this is Your Life on White Paper. Do You Remember what She Thought, I asked You? he Said,

Yes, I Know, You Knew...it was a long time ago…

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Green Stripes on a Canvas, on a Wall. This is typical of a building. It is One Canvas that I, Myself, have noticed. It is

now part of this Writing, this Musing, on its Existence on The Wall. This One Canvas, I might Dream about, and think that it had its Origin in a Summer Day, and a Long Expanse of Grass, and possible Mown, Like Gardens in Scotland

and England, into Long Lines...in Myself, and in My Soul, This Canvas and The Canvas of The Summer day Exist.

This is Of My Life. This is of Love, True Love. he, THE TRUE AND LIVING GOD, and a Summer Day, Exist.

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If you Have Ever Loved, Love True. Love True. Love True. Love Yourself. Love Your Friends. Love Your Family. Love Your Life. Please, Love. Love Your Computer, and getting up in The Morning, Love The Light on The Wall that Woke You Up. Love The Walk to The Bus, The Drive to Your Workplace, Love The People who find Their Way in Your Day. It is One Life. One True Love.

Your Life is The Truest Love You Will Ever Know, this is The Truth. Love Yourself. There is All Beauty, in what you truly want for Yourself, in Honor Itself. Of Your Life, Your Hands, Your Eyes, They Move All Things, if You Wish. If

You Have Ever Loved, Truly Love Now, Now that You Have Read This.

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There is nothing too difficult to overcome. It really is a simple decision, to overcome. Of HIS Love, Anything Can Be Overcome. You must Fight for What You Love. In a Moment of Pain, You are Already Fighting. I have said this in Fight. I Know this in Truth. I Know this of HIS Love and WAY. You are already fighting: Fight for Your Life, Your Love, and

in Pain, to Heal in Truth. It is Not Easy to Suffer. But Fight for Your Love.

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In this Night, a Tree of Lace, soft Green, and full of Grace. I walked around it for Hours, just to study The Fine Leaves, and The Movement of The Moonlight through The spaces, which fell beautifully on My Face. How I dreamed. How this is a Way of Loving, to Dream by Looking. This, Myself, Looking at You.

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I have looked at everything about The Way You Have Placed Choices Around The World. This, The DNA. And this, My Family History, Unique in every way. I, Myself, Unique. By Choice, by Experience, My Own Soul. This, My Life, By Choice. I Love My Life. I Love My Choices. This, in Love, A Mandelbrot Set, a Julia Set: and in Both, Only One, and Millions of Choices, Millions of Ways, All of Beauty.

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There is a Night, of All Nights, that some of us lay our Heads just so, to look at The Stars. They span in brilliance,

perfect diamonds into The Light of The Sky, and in Them, somewhere...Truth. There is Truth in The Light, in The

Light of The Stars, in The Light of The Heavens, and in The Beauty of a Face turned, Just So, towards The Sky.

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Of True Love, Love for One’s Own Heart. This is not to say, I Love Myself More Than...it is to say, I Love, and I Love Myself, and I Love My Life...this is of True Worth in Life, and Deep in One’s Soul, this Truth must be met, somehow.

It is right to say that a small lived in Love is Worth More than Diamonds, or, a Concise Life, Just So...I have Everything

I Truly Need, to Love Myself and Others. A Core of Love in One’s Self, that is of True Respect for The Self...This, of

Diamonds. This, of Stars.

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I told this to Someone True...An Archangel of True Beauty, and he, The ARCHANGEL ST. RAPHAEL, of Colors Vast in Himself, that Stories Live on The Wind, and that I Loved The Stories on The Wind. In The Universe, somewhere,

stories of every life ARE...They are Captured, and They are in True Love, in The Fabric of Time. This, in Truth, of His Love. This, in Truth, of THE TRUE AND LIVING GOD.

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Blue. Shades of Blue. In The Sky. In Someone’s Eyes. The Shade, a Jewel of Blue. These are Sapphires in Life, true in Life. Blue, a River of Blue sparkling in The Sun, into The Deep Blue Ocean, The Roar of Love upon The Sand...and Blue, tossed toward The Heavens in a Blue Kite, a Son and Father in The sparkling light, in The Blue of The Day...this

of Love.

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Where is My SON in pain? Where is that, where Pain meets You in Life? I have watched My SON Weep, over My Life Events. And sometimes, there is the One Truth that I don’t always know what He thinks...this is a Truth. And then, there is the Battle. And My SON, and Myself, and My Family, in Battle. This is Love of a Faith.

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The Dreams of Many Faiths, this One Beauty is True. I have talked to Many Faiths, all Beauty, and in Deep Love they all find those who are of Their Love...and in the Heart, What Faith Really Is, in a Faith. And So, We Dream. We Sleep,

to Find the Stars...and to Dream. I took apart the Moon Once, and Star by Star built a Beautiful Faith, Among Many Faiths. This My Faith, Dreaming Under the Moon.

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Today, many stars on One Geranium, the Star Brighter than Bright, the Light So Bright! The Geranium Leaf is Soft Green, slightly blue, and the curves are Gentle. What would it be like to stand on a Geranium Leaf, in the Bright

Beauty of an Immense Star Reaching into the Sky? The Blue of the Sky through the Rays, to just Beyond, and I to

think to Travel upon that Ray into a Bluer Sky...where this is...this, of the Soul. And My Feet Bare, in the Warmth of

the Brighter-than-Silver-Light…Am I brighter than Silver, then? This, is True of the Soul. This, is True of Creation.

This Is True of THE TRUE AND LIVING GOD, THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA, OUR EXACT CREATOR,

outright. His, the Beauty Dreaming, in a Ray of Brighter-Than-Silver-Light.

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This is a Curve of Graphite on a White Board. This is a Measured Curve, or Unmeasured, or Measured, that I have Drawn. This is the Silver of the Graphite, Soft, against the White of the Board. This is the Love that went into the Curve of Graphite, that Turned into a Soft, and perfect Rose on the White Board. In My Dream, a Rose. In this Pencil,

a Dream. In this Line, a Beauty. In this Graphite, Creation. This is True Love At Work.

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One Day, I was questioned about taking off My Shoes. I was wearing Heels, and tired of Walking, I had worked from Door-to-Door, selling Artwork, that Day. What prompted this was a broken sprinkler, and a bright, warm day, and the Water in a Cool, Calm Pool across the Sidewalk. I stepped into the Pool in bare feet, and the water was cold. And

Beautiful. It was One Moment. Of Dreams, we have many Moments Strung Together, like bright water droplets, throughout the Day. Many Moments, and there they are, laid out before Us. I must have My Coffee. I must get in

My Car. I worked. I came Home from Work. Today, I notice My Coffee shining in the Light on the Counter, and

realized How Lovely it is. I have coffee in the Morning, on a Bright Morning, and I am in Love with My Coffee. I stepped out of the Pool of Water, and thought, just once in a while I find one unusual bit of Loveliness. This, like a child, My feet in the Water, cold. Tonight, Coffee Under the Stars, which have always been.

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In the Dream of Faith, many Dreams. That of Faith walked to Under the Moonbeams, and within the Gold, and within the Heart of Life. And You are There, You are there in a Veil of Sunlight Diamonds, and in that Dream, You, and Nothing Else...I have not left My Life Behind, My Life is with Me, My Love is With Me, I have Not Given Anything up to Know You. Are these Diamonds? Are they for Me? Are They Of You? Are They of Me? And I have Asked Every Question Around You, and You are There, Still, in a Veil of Diamonds. I have watched the Condemnators fall in their Spades and their Cards, their Voices upon Them, and You, Around Me, this is what I Notice. This is What I Know. That You Are There.

REBECCATACOSAGRAY,CALIFORNIA, MENTOR

REPRESENTATIVE AND MEMBER OF HUMANKIND

SOLE OWNER, FIGHT. & THE CHURCH of LOVE

©2012REBECCATACOSAGRAY, CALIFORNIA