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not the base,
nor the body.

not the chord,
nor the shade.

oh yes, absolute
is the light that is you;

worthy of a base.
worthy of a body.

worthy of a connection.
but never worthy

of being covered.

:::

you are

to know love...

to spread love...     

to be love...                  

:::

to carry the ocean on my back,
i cannot.

---is there a fail-safe
once my knees break?

Yes. Let them break.
For you are a grain of sand on My back.

I hold all of the worlds---all of the weights.

I am the Foundation
on which your knees may fall.

I nearly beg for you to fall unto Me.

As only by this act,
can I carry you completely.

I cannot carry a grain of sand
that believes is must carry the ocean.

When you are ready,
let your knees break and fall unto them.

Only then,

will you become a grain of sand
that rests on My shore.

In commitment,

I will keep you from drowning
under the weight

of which was never yours to bear.

:::

i have always thought it mutely beautiful

in how the eyes talk;

they bounce and dart and open---

dancing on the cosmic pinheads of stars

in the black space of a nearby galaxy.

those cosmic dancers!

they twirl around interpretively

casting out a story that cannot be heard,

that cannot be touched,

but can be felt only by the heart

of other cosmic dancers.

they out-dance the music of the moment!

they see past all of the nebulas---

dead stardust of the past.

they see beyond the edge of every universe.

and when in love,

they are simply succumbed

to the outer realms of bliss---

to whomever moves them.

:::

music, noun.

1. a type of form of experience

that disparages separatism

and recalls collectivity

in such a way to remind

its subjects of a Force that is greater

than their current state;

subjects are re-informed

of their being a participatory part

of that Force.

2. the experience of form

for which the experience is always

greater than the form itself.

:::

your soul is a house-bound child

leaning on the acutely angled platform

of his or her hand,

looking out through the window

of all that keeps he or she

from escaping into the sunshine and fresh air

of his or her impenetrable potential.

---unlock that window.

no---shatter that window!

run away, run away!

escapism is the surest way

to the soul's destination.

:::

this love i seek operates

in a way similar to that

of two simple gears in a watch;

their serrated edges are of a right size

that each individual fits within the other

at a small but significant meeting point,

consequently affecting its counterpart

but leaving enough allowance for other connections.

however, both gears, when working

together create a greater outcome;

each is separate and its own,

yet when moving together synchronously,

they keep time.