The Language of Love

Such is the universal language - if music is Love, and if thy deity is indeed Love, then surely the language of that 1, that resides inside, that inner I am, is not The Word, as such, but that, which is The Song of angels heard somewhere close far inside and sung Such is the universal language, if music is Love, and if there is another risen world dwelling inside the vibrationary fallen heart of all, to be saved, the universal body of life, the generations gifted, that water and blood from the Other 1, well ensconsed, yet, hidden in plain sight, then what is heard - is not The Word - but something Other, divine, its notes are not read, yet, they are sent and heard, the tone felt, from a vibrationary level far above, then, what comes from the inner voice in time of fast closing closure when mouths like doors are gasping wide open to let out their flocks of banished Night Creatures for better sounds like symphonies of bioluminescent beings walking the theta waves to alight on new shores lapping their heavenly beaches of certainty, then what is heard is not The Word, as such, but that, which is The Song of angels heard, singing the hidden Him somewhere close inside, that vibration long forgotten, now entirely felt and seen as understood such is the universal language of Love Candide Diderot. ‘24 INRI Easter ubi caritas/latin translation. inri/latin translation. (not the christogram).