Sitting on the throne of the seventh celestial palace, Enoch shines her sixty-five thousand eyes, each as bright as the drumming sun, upon the earth's seas, rivers, valleys, mountains, streams, planets, constellations, lightning storms, snow, whirlwinds, cities, and underground caverns.

She is the mystery of creation, celestial fire re-birthed every moment. Eternally reborn, her youth makes way into the pillar of her light, extending itself into each atom and through the cosmosphere. A neverending whisp of movement. She is the rolling hill, the soft sand, the excited leaves, the light of the moon, the birdsong, and the sound of the Lion's rawr in the afternoon heat. •

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