I have you eventually laugh
at what conclusions make you do.
for I am a rose petal fragrance
that forever,
never leaves the state of bud.
I am the forestalling
that lives behind
yet fulfills by your intendedness.
I indwell in the dance of your lingering.
I can take off
and strip all of your thoughtfulness away
and still present
as the intense you feel.
I can be in a stare-down
with the meaning of your life
and have it blink first.
I sometimes use clouds passing
as erasure fillings
from the efforts of my deeds.
I can creatively use stillness as a means
properly disguised as movement
ever advancing within you.
I have given out thoughts
that feature reside over passing.
I can make stalemates produce a fragrance
of beyond what comes from everlasting.
I have had motion in tears
for what it is trying to express.
I have made deliverance tongued-tied into weep,
for its cause to be heartfelt as realized.
I have made the sun shine
while compassionately looking away.
I have made gravity
into a prayer of safe keeping.
I have made mountains be mindful
and not give up their soul dwelling secrets.
I have held my breath
until weather has taken up my cause.
you'd think,
just to be distracted from my presence.
I am what fills you
before purposeful becomes your wardrobe worn.
I can sanely juggle all of your irrationals,
at once.
I can give you religion
from my form of CPR deliverance.
I make your house pets into the bible
that you daily, with emotional interest, read.
I make truth into a tundra
that you can only live alive,
by warm-heart melting it.
for me, cause is the keeper of wise
but never the true source.
imagine is the permission
that I lovingly give you,
while consciousness dwells
inside the air you breath.
and you call this living,
while I call this I,
the sacredness of you.
without all of this,
so disguised within,
as the self of you as your I.
but it is not revealed to you,
until the spiritual self of you within,
is its most evolutionary
forthcoming means . . .
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