Desire
is the gleam of God, catching us up in spite of always being on the reality
rebound. For normally we come as we are, blessedly compressed in this
time/space offering. We are genuinely battle weary, wearing down inside the
code of experience, dressed in the colors of isolation, not camouflaged, but
pledged to a credo of pragmatics, yet in spite of all of this as our coming, we
come. In the face of desire, we are unable to surrender from within. We are
always leading with our minds, yet busy protecting our invincible souls. In
spite of our coming like this, we come. Born in this time to a drum that makes
tremendious sounds of our absence, we are bound by our desires in this time to
return everything apparently gained and yet have nothing of substance to
justify what our deepest desires emphantically propels us to pursue. For what
we sought as the expression of love through desire’s infusion with form has
borne its fruit. We are the seeds behind self-consciousness, journeying
homeward-bound, taking with us the plasma
of
life in this form, while also returning to the vital vibratory-breath of the
formless. Desire of the deepest kind makes this so. We are readied for the
omni-directional leap where each separate face chats with a collective mind.
Where each separate mind converses with a collective spirit. Where each
separate spirit communes with a collective soul. And each separate soul
co-creates into the collective God. And this God combusts in the presence of
the oneness of collective self. Desire, born in each one of us, drawn to the
oneness of us all . . .
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