When the journey of desire with wingspan, updrafts,
yields elevated views, this embraces the goal, the holy grail of sincere myopic
grace, as this discovery is really that of the manifest from the search. When
the seeker, like this, is embraced, the polarity of a “from here to there”
collapses.
The reveal is, that the journey was never exterior to
the cause, that the essence was always unrealized but present yet not soul self
fulfilled. That which is flesh as the means of trickledown, is now pronouncing
as this is ignition displayed. All of this is lending itself to a full spectrum
of light, humanized in the pronouncement. Breath becomes audience. Cells dance
into a high volume flashflood river of this surging consciousness as light. The
body, as reservoir from pools of passivity, ignites. There is an ether fire
with full field presence coming on as display. Vision takes a wider in depth
stance for this intake. What could have been a field of self-watchers is
transfigured. What could have been audience of full attention is set free.
White doves of innocence fly up into the sip-sky of holy milk, that drips
diamonds of timelessness on anyone with eyes ascended and yet still
withholding. This is the sacred sweat from heart working soul. There is no
audience. All is taken up as channeled worlds that have come together from
there listless loss of vision. Desire as a bowl, became the liquid of the
drink. The goal once sipped, became the swallow of towards the whole. Bliss is
aftermath. Event is molten, cooling. Experience is triviality picking up the
pieces
it can recognize. The journey map is shredded into further
nesting material for another desire to hatch from within and take flight. There
are no contradictions, only aftermath seeking light. Desire is as a tool of
flint, struck against the steel of now. It will produce the sparks of lighted
breadcrumbs for this journey. Heart to soul, this is the tip of their tongues
touching, and all is one . . .
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