The Glory Of Her Flight
As
she moved with the music, her body became one with the melody. Barely
aware, she fearlessly soared with the heights, and recklessly dove with
the lows of rhythm. Her mind became deplete of conscious thought as the
notes of the song penetrated her, through and through, she allowed its
complete invasion, rejoicing in the emancipation of her senses and the
glory of her flight.
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This could be an
analogy for Christianity. I have no
idea if EWF attended this to be so. JH
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Earth, Wind and Fire ...
Fantasy
Every man has a place, in his heart there's a space,
and the world can't erase his fantasies
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
all your dreams will come true, right away
And we will live together, until the twelfth of never
our voices will ring forever, as one
Onward to the rest of the lyric!
I am wretched, Father, I
am poor in spirit!
But YOU are not!
I am as the ass' ass.
As the ass' ass I keep myself out of the ass' face.
(I have learned to keep my mouth shut)
Occasionally though, I do fluctuate!
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What's
in a good soup? Love, laughter, good friends!
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