we don’t have a language for the hologram
for we live by depictional account.
we speak to each other as if from separatism.
we embrace as if two parties coming together
not realizing our oneness personified.
we seem to have a script based on decisions,
discrepancies, decidedness, divisiveness.
we stand in each other’s light
commenting about our shadows and darkness,
for there is no language translation
for the essential existence of love.
in real love, there is no one in audience.
all of our act-outs represent displacement
from this presence of love.
love transcends the usage of commentary and situation.
real love has a viscosity that eliminates onlookers.
love is silence spoken loudly in unison, eventualizing.
the understanding of love is a lessor state of being present.
self-consciousness is relinquished to be in love.
this oneness occurs but not by revelation
but by surrender to love from within
radiantly as ever-present . . .
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