Dia De Los Muertos

Lazarus lay happily asleep dancing between both worlds, yet within the envelope of an infinite void a Letter came in robe asking Lazarus to rise, gather his fleshy robe and stand in the sunlight of the land he but a few days prior departed. There Lazarus in wander and amazement gazed about him at those whom buried him in tears and longing at a passing to sudden in its bestowing. He smiled fore their love was grande and whole as was the hand that brought him from sleep. Low, there was a great celebration throughout the land fore Lazarus had returned bringing forthe a warm skin and brightened eyes. There was a band of musicians at hand closely watching the activities knowing their part would come soon fore the Master knew they were the vibration, magnetic and transcendental whom are the pullies of the dead who have fallen into the well of life. He smiled at the musicians, whom began to play with a passion only He and they could relate well with. The music grew like a cumulonimbus filling the air from horizon to horizon. Water was turned into wine, bread was broken, a fire rolled throught he hearts of the attendees unwavered by the fluidity of the music which washed over the people. The Master, Lazarus, and all those in presence...seen and unseen danced like feathers caught in the wind free and boundless in the bosom of Love's sweet leading. The band was named Dia De Los Muertos.