Death is the ultimate freedom
from which no traveller returns.
Loneliness is a close second.
Being alone is the gift
wrap these together as one.
Let us play together in a prayer of perfection so divine God’s sweat oozes out of our every pulsating pore and glorious orifice. I love you.
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Your eyes took me first and I am constantzly locked in their gaze ever since and will forever more.
Every movement is a prayer and every letter of every word of that prayer oozes you our of me, me out of you.
When you let me rinse you out there is no purification more intimate and true.
You raise me up into the heavens as far as I can feel and one step beyond, the very least I can do is raise you as high as you are willing to be taken and one sigh beyond.
Every part of us is connected as every one is connected because when that connection is fulfilled there is no realisation more pure, more sweet or complete.
..il mio buongiorno..ღ
When you unfold me, you will find me folded in your fold.
Take me home, through such a journey that when I arrive I will be there for the first time.
Acceptance liberates the unknownable, if we dare.Who needs words when there is no separation between us, every breath for breath, every heartbeat for beat, every thought and feeling mesh into a joy so deep we are unwrapped in an infinite, unbounded glory of oneness.