Startling behemoth-like intentions, as acts of love
expressed, by their assertion in my direction, as if out of a fog of feeling’s
deliverance, are coming forth to graze on my consciousness. They find my
presence sweet and delicious. They are further uplifting me by their tenders of
attention. They pass through me now as an expandedness to embrace. Their verbal
action is this illustrious beauty pouring forth onto me, without edges or
frame. I am to myself, a pasture of non-particulars in bloom. My questioning
mind has no ground-figure to work with. Every breath-in from within this state
is heartening. The season of feeling loved is upon me. I want to go out from
myself with harvest in mind, only to discover that the yield is self love and
then self-love shared. These beasts of essence roam throughout my being as
fertile fields of feelings ever to arise as an awareness. I find myself
separate from my being to identify what is so clearly in my heart, a oneness of
terrain. “I love you” as an utterance of unrestrained tranquility, sent my way,
is wholly a cross-rippling, a skyward presence reigning down, emergent from the
weave, blessedly upon me as the lay of our shared land. My mind-fullness,
travelling like a bird in flight, is at play in this bountiful ever-presence of
surroundings. Hearing that call, honoring the fabric of its pronouncement, with
feelings that continue to voluminously prosper in these fields of communal unrestrained
tranquility . . .
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