Come with me all ye who will to that solemn place on this Hill where my dwelling hermits, that quiet place where we can hear those timeless echoes of mercies and whispers of love from loved ones both here and ascended. The heart pulsates of their longing to bond once again in remembrance of the spark that we are, the Primordial Light of ancient lore embodied in the grace of our consciousness. Over here the clouds give way for the luminescence of the stars to tell their stories and we will hear those tales of love with our eyes for the ears must rest so we can see. Together we will usher forth our cares of love into the fold & holding of the mystic winds so they may carry them forth to the knowing of our distant loves, mine says; “I love you, and so do dearly”. For the wheels of time may have had you disembodied but on this Hill we yet commune, your presence is near and I feel along with you the yearnings of your Soul, it calls me home, and makes me whole. For the conventions of our lived & loved customs may have had you bound to a lover, yet know that I love you, and so do dearly, for if love is a river, must it not freely flow in the sacred grooves charting their fated course through this virgin forest. We are pure and undefined, boundless and infinite thus our vow rests with a life lived on this Hill of pious freedom, to make love, and share same with the ones who come bringing their own share of that Ancient Light to the summit of this Hill. If love will not be contained, then we too shall not be trapped in a space where we must force to feel what we already are, in this choosing we liberate our Souls to love and love again, make some more love to the night till the Sun comes rising over this horizon we have painted with our dedicated strokes. This be our story so the characters we choose and the parts they play our choice of same. Where they lead we have followed, and they too come along where we tread for they know of the love we harbor in our hearts for them. For those at the foot of the Hill whose choice it is to scorn the ascent let them be, for the evaporated essence of our love making will gather before the stars and when they feed them the potence of their Ancient Light, the rains will pour to wash away the thick of their veils and when they finally see the path that winds to where our play thrives on this Hill, we shall send them forth Flaming Chariots of Love to bring them to us so the company of Love may be unified to the glorification of our being and the becoming contained within it. Be free therefore I pray thee, and dare to be wild in your strive at a liberation. Come if you will to where we are seated on this Hill, there is plenty of room for us all, to play amidst the orchestra of love, for the one you love loves you back!