An ancient forest of my youth.
Dear dear friends of the heart.
All is divine and complete.
The pure light of this radiant moon shines through the prism of my soul and purifies and aligns all simultaneously.
A deep silence from the nearby ocean arises in my being.
This was home.
This is home.
You are home.
World peace is achieved this divinely simple moment of being free.
I am embraced by a pure and tender pregnant heart in this full moon forest of the moment.
As I steal a glimpse of the moonshining full through the trees I am touched again and again by an infinite breeze of tenderness and fulfilment.
The rock of eternity that I meditate upon anchors me in the soul of Lady Nirvana.
I look up and see the sages of the ages pouring through the trees of our lives. I join them gently swaying too and fro in timeless contentment with what truly is and always has been.
We are ready.
Let it be born.