Beyond love to all of you, blog friends. In the sacred opening night, in the non spaces between SHE sung to the man I carry yet again, “Sweet one, My baby who I love more than my heartbeatbreath, it is beyond now,  the non time of beyond love. In the sweet aromatic night of exploding pomegranates, of ready grapes falling and of the soft sea breeze I sing to you. Go back on blog my baby, Let me sing there again of the beyond love to the man you carry each day from deeper inside MYKISS in this exploding non now. Let me sing into the fragments of the mirrors of the exploding deconstruction as it comes apart to come together, my beyond love.” So,, blog friends, the man I carry is back to FB! It seems to post again.  A surprise to him, as usual from HER voice in the night, an assignment to him, to you, from HERKISS. As he walked slowly into sea on the Greek island where he lives, the island of miracles inside the all is the miracle, SHE sung to his man, “In the sea, my baby I give to you the ancient message, maybe the most ancient of all, I am your mother.. you know it and feel it in your body as I come up your legs, as you feel me come into your sex.. I am your mother taking you home deeply, further home than you have ever gone before. You are home here.. we call you home in this non now. Open you non eyes, your inner eyes of beyond love my baby. aLook at the patterns of sacred sunlight on the bottom of the sacred space as they dance undulating softly open like her legs, they are my message to you. Of course, they are in my secret language. Look, My babies who I love more than my heartbeatbreath, Now,, on the soft beach, open you non eyes and look at the patterns of the ripples drying on the sand, they are my message to you… to take it all apart. So now, as you sleep, open it all up as you make love to the all. The message is.. it’s all the message. All has all. The answer is in each grain of sand, each stone, each plant, each animal and each song. Each when opened is the full revelation, each is the whole as one. Each grain of sand comes apart to come together.” So blog friends, it’s non time SHE says, it’s the non time for HER to sing her song of beyond love to you all again. Open your non eyes and see the miracle around you.