Imagine with me
that as you move
within the room
or space that you are in
right now
look to the left
pick something up
and stop
that you move
through love,
walk through love,
that every move, every
turn, every thought, each action
is admired, lovingly filmed,
that an eternal record
follows each of your moments
that someone, you, me,
your mother, somebody,
is watching, and adores
everything that you
do, and are,
and then,
holding that as real
you now enter
into the ceremony,
the beauty, the miracle
that you are, were,
and always will be,
here on this earth,
in this time,
in this love.