Mysteries, Magic, and Miracles

Oh Dearest Ruler of the Universe, I pray you grant to me this singular unassuming request. Within this galaxy there be a mortal who would proclaim no need of my affections. Yet, by all the innocence within my soul, I pray his free-will gladly reconsiders, And receives what I would send his way this day. For it would appear as though this be sincerely the dearest, most solitary gift I do assuredly possess, that I could but share with him.

Likewise, this singular treasure might show to be the grandest gift I could send his way thus far. And, while he hungers for me not, could you bestow to him this tender gift none-the-less? It is the gift that he may witness all the grandeur of my Universe as it unfolds to me.

Would it not hint of squander, to encounter the mysteries, magic, and miracles of my Universe, And then, not share this rapture with the very one who has captured my heart and holds it as his silent guest? For what value be that, which comes from the heart, if it is tied by the obligation to remain silent, and not be scot-free to proclaim, in every twinkling, that which it senses to be genuine?

Thus, I beseech You, henceforth, to bestow on me your permission to entrust to this mortal who's spirit haunts me so, all those visions of beauty that my own eyes will soon behold, as I journey throughout while in my own mortality.

Suppose somehow, per chance, I have neglected some provision in my plea. On that occasion, as that thought would manifest itself, then thus be known to me, it would upon that very instant be supplementary to my prayer and likewise take the form of an addendum. Since in this time of passing, I find myself only half pertaining to the Spirit, and the other half subject to the flesh. In like manner, I have not Your infinite wisdom, nor the indivisibility encountered in Your Oneness, to draw upon so instantaneously in my times of urgency.

Say, if by his own choice he chooses not indulge himself to be with me, to share the mysteries, magic, and miracles, then so be it. Have I not my own free-will that shall not prevent me from dispatching to his basic nature, this sharing of all I encounter in the company of each new sunrise, while still respecting his wishes? For if he hypothesizes that he fancies not my heart, then let him suffer my vision, as the eyes are in like manner professed to be the windows to one's heart and soul, are they not?

Nevertheless, if I be compelled to find a method to restrain his essence from seeking refuge in my thoughts, Then I declare, this gift be the singular manner in which to sustain unconditional love for him in those like moments. For if it be Karma, that I must discipline my mind to keep him from my thoughts, alas, before long, memories of him shall all but fade without exception from every recognition. Now, together with this prayer, this fondness and devotion within that I have grown to know and sense for him alone, shall in no way vanish, but instead bloom eternal once more for him with each refreshing dawn.

Should it be our destiny sending him aback to abide solely in my recollections of days long forgotten, where all fond memories are known to find a haven), then, before too long, grant me just once more to appreciate such an experience of this same degree or greater with yet another man. Moreover, I pray you decree this newest love be welcomed and treasured with mutual open arms at last!

Oh, yet, I pray once more that you shall shield him from all unpleasant thoughts or experiences I may encounter along the way. For it would dishearten me so to add even such the slightest weight onto his own dear heart. No, I pray, entrust him with only those very lightest, loving, caring thoughts and encounters. For is it not truth, that no individual could ever experience at any one time an over-abundance of these to know?

And as you radiate to him these experiences, launch them his way in untarnished, joy-filled, lingering notions, and grant his vision be exposed to the all told beauty of the Universe at the very instant it unfolds for me as well.

Have him feel how it is -- to be at one with Nature, as well as feel the essence of Life, which causes every living thing to pulsate with like passion.

Indulge him in knowing the warmth of Moonbeams, as they provide his spirit with a glow from within, while gazing at the moon that lingers on the waters edge on quiet evenings.

Convey to him the feeling and knowing of the Wind, and all its meandering ways, until they too become one, both in times when it whispers with rapture, as well as when it roars with rage.

Gift his ardent sensitivity with unconditional love for all he encounters along his path through being -- that same love you so graciously reveal to me.

Permit him to witness the mysteries and more, as they are unveiled, each in their own way, in all we encounter along our journey.

Award him that extraordinary range of vision to see the magic in these mysteries as they unfurl, then ripple out to those within our reach, just as water is known to ripple out to infinity from the finest drop of liquid mass.

Grant him the talent to comprehend the miracles that are created as this magic unfolds and begins to echo throughout those we touch, and those who touch our hearts as well.

Bequeath to him the ability to then see that greatest miracle of love in all that has life, as well as the Oneness to be found in all of Life, as we two are guided to our Higher Levels.

And, long after I breathe my last breath of mortality, I pray he never loose this passion he has come to know, that does reside in all the beauty that flows within and without.