Children of light, he called us! He, who moved as a moonbeam on water unweighted by heavy assumptions of the birth and death and sorrow of dust; Unillusioned by feet of clay, on feet of sight he swiftly came to comfort, teach and heal with hands whose touch outshone old shadows of shame and reached through death-dreams to wake to radiance his brother/sister-beams. As when his very presence, streaming goodness like piercing arrows, sends unclean demons fleeing, screaming, to eagerly sink and drown, and leave the dear man lighthearted, loved and whole.
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