The longing pulls; the longing rips and tears. The desire to know the only thing worth knowing, both hemispheres, so seek. But looking only reveals dark matter encapsulated in the bottomless pit. The mind searches for a foothold, for traction, but slips in an icy hell of logic; the mind seeks to illuminate, but light cannot be seen without a reflective surface…hold borrowed passions against borrowed hearts…in safe hands, with perfect connections. Please sit and rest to receive it all, freely given, all thousands words, no, all thousand thousand words that fill the space of the clouds, so intimately arranged. Every symbol purposefully placed, now convey passion! Now convey compassion! Now convey ONE! Now express truth while melding and knowing. Know like the song knows the melody. Know like the song knows the rhythm. Shock the vessel with the electrical warmth of emotion, melt the ice…and swim.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 18:51:35 +0000
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