Our hearts are dancing by the hour of peace, in the evening, or in the morning. Watch the mountains spin with the congruence of form. Like the foam of the waters or the mist of the deep sea, its motions run smooth. This is the spirit of tranquility across the times before us. It is a taste of fine kindness. A wave by the morning light. The heart is malleable so let it be bright. You and I. We have this peace. As the worlds drift away from our focus. And love becomes our image. This is hallowed ground. For we have blessed it here today. By the spirit abiding within us. Beneath the sacred stream, before us, in the water, is this rolling green. The immaculate house where peace abides. Because of our friendship in this place. From every morning star so bright, to every wane of evenings light, we are together. Our minds must dance together, and speak so softly, just like breathing. According to the standards of essence, and in all things fundamental, we are together.