A Son Was Born

Holy Allness, perfection without direction has a thought pop up, call it a male named 'Word' if you want Once Word hopped up and left Dad's garden Dad had Mother Earth take over and be with him, They're seen as manbodygodsoul types, wandering this place... long is their path, but eternal it is not. all physical paths have an end, and a tempting trailhead so Dad's son came forth and inhabited all life thru the beautiful body of perfection, Mother's blessed body when the last desire is met or dropped, All goes back from whence It came, for another day of rest but until then ENJOY a soulfull life