THE LONG NIGHT IS OVER: The Cure for Forgetting the Name Above All Names.

4:30am spiritual practice, done. Kid drop off, done. Fatigue, on lol. I told myself I'd nap before coming here to be with you, but the legs walked to the studio. They walked to the door behind the microphone, and the left hand rose to pull back the black curtain. The ocean was seen. The rising sun was seen. The spark of inspiration came. Love wrote this one first. Then, this body spoke it. This body will enjoy an espresso now, and probably still nap lol. I love you!