Love is,
as self-permission inspires.
First, it is an expansion
from within
and yet undisclosed.
And then,
it is a surreptitiousness
but boldly filling.
This is followed by
an expansive occupancy
that finally greets me
as me, or you as you.
No, not the same old me
or the same old you,
but yes, recognized
as more of an essential
me or you,
without the labor of story,
without the tackiness
of permissions or prohibitions.
There is/was a surrender
to spirit, in spirit
as to the fullness
of this embrace.
For the essential self in
either of us,
it is paradoxically falling up,
expanding and widening,
to be in that love,
exuding that love . . .
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