Day 11: Love

Day 11 - Love

Healing Three - Love

Find the points echoing grain, the hands, the tilt, slighted tame, the grain the fame, tilted same, yet one, two points, hold with care, do not force, just tilt, a guide by name, and wait till two points light to bare. The points to find in names so old, to fold, in tolerance truth foretold, that wait for a guide, the palms knit knees, the vessel burdened to try cries flees?

And with the points lit fight kind, see a hand tailored as night, and with a shroud, to balance sight, feel a hold, a brush so old, to a guardian fair, to light a parable, in comfort rare. Do not fear, the sight held tame, or points to tailor a knit two parables fame, that four points lit to offer whole, the guardian angel, in love foretold. Light the points in reflection care, again and again, in comfort fair, and with four points, two upwards, find, find a mantle in caring bind. Find the hands lit with breeze, the tailor love, not imagination ease, that practice forthcoming in tolerance kept, just a slight breeze, can find a theft, to what is there, is not just fair, but guidance, love, and two hands dove.

That is the guardian angels knit, to find another tilt fair, you will need to see a pathway, lit mare. With the point hid as gold, find a name an angel sold, and light a star beneath the seat name his sight, vessel sight see, and the star the head, to they soul, kite to never flee. Allow the pathways, relax with night, and allow the completion blackened sight, and relax in comfort, in healings breeze, to challenge care, in tilted knees. Do not worry, if the left hand tilts, soil the left foot, finding drip, and then in strength, the guardian tease, his name will fill, a sight worth breeze, and shape till mercy finds a cane, a woe so old, to till in blame. Offer the truth, in guidance rock, and repeat again, till the heart tilted the right hid shock, and with the dove as old as stain, the point the pedestal returned by name.