Playground by David Park
Playground David Park In the spheres the playgrounds are alive!Excitement pours forth in laughter and tears. What’s now and what’s nextis felt as the vibrations ripple through the air. Rising up through the trees to echo down the fading memory of childhood. In our time, this ever achingly brief blink, as of a child’s tear filled eye,we kneel to honor these moments. To honor the child, the Mother andthe Father. We, in our capacity to hold open our hearts, call forth blessings not bestowed on us. The singularity of eternity expands in the presence of our presence. Fear and sadness let loose…
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