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Halexandria Foundation
Sacred Mathematics
Connective Physics
Chronicles of Earth
Justice, Order, and Law
Extraterrestrial Life
Creating Reality
Tree of Life


Alone in the darkness,

When snow covers the rocks

And branches glisten in the faint light;

I sometimes wonder and marvel

At the perplexity of my peace.

Where is the trauma

Of a broken relationship,

The ordeal of change,

The pain of self-imposed exile?

Where, indeed, is the specter of a too quiet solitude?

Perhaps it is the distant music,

Filling the space with heart resonating vibes,

Or the lights by which I write,

Soft, gentle, and caressing,

Diffuse and comfortingly constant.

For the sense of being utterly alone,

Turns to utter joy upon realization

Of boundless self-love within my being,

Of beauty acknowledged permeating my essence,

Of cold feet reminding me of mundane reality.

I feel the soft murmurs of my heart,

As a universe flows like warm honey,

Down the gullet of my whole being,

Reminding me of warm kisses and gentle hugs.

Surely it is the music of the Goddess,

The harmony of the spheres,

That causes the laughter welling within

To erupt in smiles, grins, and chuckles.


Being alive -- even with cold feet --

Does have its compensations. 



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