True com,munion and an epic poem of love and passion that inspires the world.  Thats what I hope for.  Each word alive and living fully within the sector of its running.  Rousing like two hearts alive and the way, when they meet all is one.  Soem see love as a game, a way to gain power or control with steeps and progrssions that soothe the soul.  Others see it as a dream, illusion even, of hope without end and beleif in naivety yet I beleive; I have met the spirit of love and her greatness expands as the universe expands with calm speed and honest precision, endless and without pause in time.  It is beig with life like passion unveiled for all expressing with depth and truth about the world w liv e in.  Some are sick, their beauty diminished but that does not mean they should live without hope.  Instead, finding direction there is a goodness that flows through understanding of duty and how it effects what we do, ot all, but some, and enough to make it worthwhile.  Satisfaction rings with success and the need for a deeper cause.  And despite the goodness of religion I beleive there is one deeper, one that impels forward with energy and force towards the night ignited from within to dispel rumors of impropriety.  It's as if memory fades and all is left is the lgght and the hope we experience when by rivers and such.  There is work and wonder there for fish, for inspiration inspires and with it come the greatness we aspire to.  There is beauty in life and the way things move from the smsallest particle to all of creation and as we see similarities we lng for depth of understanding for the escape it offers so what will I do.  I will pick up a book and read with hope that in beaut all things reside and appreciation for a word though I spoke to many to begin with.