spirit language is different than words/thoughts/ego-language
it flowers of love, blessings and rainbows of beauty and color
it flowers of seasons of nature
it flowers of night/day/moon cycles
it flowers of wondrous bright stars against a dark sky
it flowers of stillness that unfolds into doorways
open to the cosmos
where one sees into the mysteries free of boxes
free of dense forms/objects
free of birth, death and mundane seeing
kept as a secret inside the soul
and bursting out when the energies are in tune
with light
oh then spirit sings
of all that is good
