For those of you who have called me aloof, and drunk on my own aloneness.

True is it that I hold council among the trees of distant, ethereal forests.

That I climb to the regions highest peaks, and nest among the eagles of passion.

For as I gaze into the hearts of man, eyes wildly boring into the repose of soul,

Into the stillest nights of dreary rendition…

Into the unrecognized Innocents of your purest God spoken silence…

I ask you, how could I indeed be near your hearts, unless I saw from afar?

Through nesting with passion and holding counsel amongst the etheral,

I am able to become What is needed by the universe, the cosmos begging and pleading

For a spark of understanding, a spark of clarity.

Through this astronomic abiogenesis, I am born and I come to you.

I come for you, to be a sea fairer amongst you that I may guide a trickling stream from your hearts,

That I might synchronize our resonating beings to more fully understand the air we breathe,

The words we speak, and the sights we so choosingly see…

Oh, dearest love, Ive already found what it is I never knew I was searching for. Is it not love, that we all desire? That wholesomeness, that feeling that fills every last crack and seam of your bones, body and mind alike?
It’s love, my dear. Not the codependent love you project into and onto a person you think you know, but the quintessential love that is the very foundation of the air we breathe, the sights we see and the leaps of faith we so choosingly leap that can only be found within one’s self. That moment when you realize everything you never knew you desired was being incubated in the deepest depths of totality right within your own self that you forgot to acknowledge since you were birthed from your mother’s image of a perfect being, her image of God-hood being you and what you represent… Being warmed and nurtured by every heart ache, every pain and piece of truth you have ever felt in your past thousand lives has thus far only brought us back from what we thought “life, love and happiness” Is into and onto that first breath we took after our images were born in the heart of the universe.

I’ve already found what it is I want.
It’s you
It’s me
It’s everything
It’s nothing

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