In the Presence the eyes go blind when they only want to see why … we inhale the sweet scent of union, of dreams taking forms, of awakenings, of remembering. . . the sacred masculine rises, stepping in with the sacred feminine. bathed in liquid gold light, melting together, they heal, they become whole, no longer acquiescing to a reality born on the wings of denial. soul touches soul, the pulse of the presence quickens in shared ecstasy. and we no longer remain third eye blind. revealing truth, opening gateways. . . breaths relax into the sweetness and the freedom of simply being, just being in the presence.
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