taken from the altar cloth

white light sweeping away white noise a rain of blinding purity every droplet is connected the web is infinite a sea of strings life sweet life everything is connected never apart never alone I sleep sound in divine embrace discard the three letter word discover all the light that shines beneath your skin sinking slowly into an ocean of divinity the hands that guide my descent with motions like a lover discarding my clothes these hands are beautiful they're perfect I can't linger because my soul is being consumed altogether by the beings themselves gods are just manifestations always there they're just always... to be is a deep statement one could die trying to completely comprehend manifestations of perfection never assume perfect is uniform like beauty it is takes many forms and many ways you can either look at the all in one (impossible) or in all (not impossible) god is our word our way of expressing what we can't express I found god through beauty I find beauty in almost everything.