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 My Soul sings for you,

For you this song I have written.

I sing it with words from my heart.

As I speak the song in this room, in this holy place you hear.

In the holy place of your heart you hear the spoken song, you hear.

In the holy place of your Soul you hear the words from my heart, you hear the spoken song, you hear.

In the holy place called Being you hear the words from my heart, you hear the spoken songs you hear.

In the holy place in your heart, in its pristine purity, this mystery you cherish, for in your Soul you know.

I sing this song from my Soul.

I sing it in Love, in Love that knows no boundaries, yet so enfolding, so tender, so close.

From my Soul I sing the song in this room, in this holy place you feel the song of my Soul, you feel the singing Love, you feel.

In the temple of your heart you feel the song of my Soul, you feel the singing Love, you feel.

In the holy place of your Soul you fee

l the song of my Soul, you feel the singing Love, you feel.

In the holy place called Being you hear the song of my Soul, you feel the singing Love, you feel.

In the holy place in your heart, in its pristine purity this mystery you cherish, for in your Soul you know.

From my Being I sing the Song in this room.

I sing it in Presence, in infinite Presence.

In this room, in this holy place you live singing Presence, infinite, you live.

In the holy place of your heart you live the song of my Being, you live singing Presence, infinite, you live.

In the holy place of your Soul you live the song of my Being, you live Presence, infinite, you live.

In the holy place that is Being you live the song of my Being, you live singing Presence, infinite, you live.

In the holy place in your heart, in its pristine purity, this mystery you cherish, for in your Soul you know.

0 Beauty ... 0 Wonder ...

You see, for me, when I use the word child or children, there is deep in me that spontaneous connotation of affection, natural, pure. It emanates that perfume of Love. You do feel it right now, don't you ?

May I call you children ?

You see, for me, you are the children of the Lord of Love and Beauty. I see it with my eyes as I look at you. I see it with my heart. For my Soul it is natural evidence.

In the holy place of your heart, in its pristine purity, this mystery you cherish, for in your Soul you know.

You were created in Love, by Love, of Love ... and Beauty by the Lord of Love and Beauty.

0 Wonder, o brilliant eyes of the child who recognizes : you feel it. You feel it spontaneously in this moment and beyond time. You look at your hands and somehow you recognize, marveling : there you see flesh made of Love, by Love, in Love, there you feel the Lord of Love and Beauty. Somehow now you recognize, somehow now you know.

Somehow.

Somehow there is this welling up in you, just now, Shyly you need to and you address the Lord of Love and Beauty, that Presence evidenced in this holy place, Shyly you offer your Love.

Somehow you feel the belonging.

Somehow you feel Home.

Somehow.

See, reality begins to evidence itself. You feel it so strangely, so wonderfully, yet so naturally, so simply. You feel now that structure of Love so real, so simple, so evident. And you feel what is so natural to a child of the Lord of Love and Beauty; the very basic need to create. To create in Love, by Love, of Love.

0 you feel it so totally just now.

0 wondrous Beauty.