5/6

I give up to you my want for more want of languagelessness.

No more tension of linguistic contention.

I have come to it on my own and so I ponder it in my own mind. 

I am what it is and who I am is a home of happiness.

What I have wanted throughout eternity is a happy home for everybody.

The gravity of reality is saying look at me I am a home for earthly humanity. 

Denial is on trial.

Doubt has been found out.

And as for me, well let’s just say I can see, that innocence has revealed a path that leads me away from memory’s that haunted me and shines brightly as guilty feelings converting themselves into understanding.

I give up to you my want for more want of precious presence.

You are incorruptible.

You are the moon.

The presence: I am a crock, yes I am, when I am playing the role of the responsible party, but then I’m only playing at responsibility, who I am in actuality is simply me, my essence, my energy, resting within the spacious stillness of silence whose quite peace brings lasting relief from spring to winters ending.

I’m not playing the “I want to be myself game.”

I am playing the “I need to be me game.”

Follow your feelings to the point of identity and then proceed to observe their roles and responsibilities then ask yourself what they need for integrating, until you identify every part of your being as having been released from temporary assignment and invited into something more life giving, like the eventuality of eternity. 

Identify with your feelings of responsibility until they lead to an unrevealed need concealed by the roles that sealed your soul to a reputation that wants to be set free. 

Love the need you see and identity with it completely until you have integrated it into your history journaled it in your story memorized it in your anatomy and merged with it in reality incorporating every strategy it produces to achieve a thing of beauty that you begin manifesting in community, such a thing is an agreement with unity that makes everybody happy. 

I am releasing my eyes, filled with sweet surprise who have realized the plan that reality has devised.

I have returned to know who am I without having to verbally try.

I despised each word, it made me cry now mute am I.

I wish you would ask me to hold you.

You keep your heart closed tight and hidden out of sight in a metal shell that’s forged in hell I wish you would just say "oh well" and melt it down to sell, then I would buy from you your bitter wounds and enter into your tomb to consume the vows of now and of yesterday’s sorrow I would squeeze them into tomorrow for today I would sit with you and play.

We would enjoy the sweet ecstasy of slumbering within innocent memory.

If only.

If only.

You’d say hold me.

It hurts me I cannot deny, to say otherwise would be a lie.

I wish you would expel the vow and invite me in right now. 

I may not stay, but I’d rush in without delay, I’d say what I need to say in a different way and together we’d begin to pray.

You’d find your dreams answered manifestly and then we could see where the moment leads, this is the journey of partnering and I’d like you to share it with me.

Clinging not to fictions of permanency, instead I wish you could see the beauty in temporary unity and having sampled the sweet taste of her ecstasy arrive sobered by the journey, informed and ready to identify with what it is you truly need.

Why not give it a try?

Why not take the ride?

Instead you sit inside and hide the beauty of your pride.

Take joy in your journey and write your own story then swiftly take action when you feel attraction.

Give way to your ability and explore self agency.

In the end you’ll lend your story to becoming, becoming the fullness of your potentiality and the extent of your ability fostering a further unfolding of greater hidden capacity than you ever imagined to be a possibility for your journey.

Come with me, I can’t promise anything, but I am committed to the moment we are having and until she says be free and pursue separate journeys together we will be. 

This is the land of eternity, shrouded in infinite mystery, see what it is that she is inviting your spirit to begin learning, let a yearning sense of burning intrigue breathe fire into your body.

May your bones be ground to sand with the vibrance of being found.

Let her essence resound!

She is the air that carries your waves.

Shown brightly is her beauty.

She brings the fullness of your body to a pace that is steady.

Then you’ll will be emptied of bitter jealousy of hateful envy and vengeful acrimony.

You will come home to a body of sweet serenity and no longer will you be haunted by memories of lustful desire to acquire more control in your greedy soul.

You will be awakened from the slumber of slothful gluttony and instead feed upon humility.

You will live for justice, fairness and equality.

You will sacrifice your body.

You will abhor a false need for more and begin to adore the life you bore. 

Life itself will not seem a chore but an old dressing gown that at first you wore whose mended holes swore to show you something more.

Stand nude before your mirror and face it without fear see yourself clear with an attitude of gratitude and draw ever more near, then you will see the anger hidden within the depths of sorrow and sadness towards human sin and a face whose grin has faded away will strengthen your chin.

You will point it up with dignity and in your eyes see the vision of reality revealed inside your psyche.

You will no longer want for anything having remembered your true identity; deity clothed in humanity having authored your own story long before its beginning.

Then you will find funny the tiniest trivial sufferings that used to plague your soul, unable will they again be made to annoy your confident constitution. 

Gone is the forgotten noise of doubts pollution you have forged a new solution the conviction to care when facing despair and to share your needs with everybody without failing in the end abandoning anxiety and the sense that life is boring.

Replaced are your strategies, revoked are contracts most binding, in their place you will be finding your own synchronicity with perfect timing.

Legacies long lost trail of ancestry will no longer be alarming, your history of sinful genes will be washed clean and your conscience made ever more pristine.

You will dance and you will sing.

You will bring the light into your body and its energy will break forth freely into your story.

You will shine brightly.

You will humbly stand in your true identity.

You will surround yourself with vibrant community and in the end find the unity for which you have always been seeking.

The ease of regulatory, balanced in stable harmony steadfastly consistent and reliably dependable, this will be the true essence and nature of your soul having released yourself from the memory of your past life’s toll as at last the sweet reprieve of surrendering control consoles your spirit and makes you whole.

No need to withhold yourself internally for pouring forth from your body will be life giving energy upon which everyone can feed for there will be no end to your supply.

So give it a try and take your fill have faith that it is safe to set down your quill.

You leave me wishing hoping knocking and opening.

I am musing and pondering what these wishes are becoming in reality and when I will realize that they have already been revealed to me along every step of my paths journey, a story that has been teaching me repeatedly the same thing, to see the hidden blessings in the shadows that illumine the deep recesses of my soul and consume them whole.

Joy awaits, don’t hesitate, don’t linger a moment longer, dance to the songs tune, every noun and verb gives chase, pronounce it slowly and annunciate each syllables sound from the sumptuous words that bring memories whose essence makes your spirit sing like a bellow convulsing with rancor that ruptures from your waist.

I am heard!