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Perhaps it is in quietness and subtlety of realization that transformation may work its way under the skin, and settle in and into, and become a part of being. That stretching, yawning idea that one sees as fact without ever having greeted it before, yet may respect as if it were so intrinsic to their day to day life as to be unnoticeable. Existential crisis may send the mind spiraling and gripping at open air as one’s very soul plunges into empty abyss, thereto disintegrate; but existential connection is so integrated and undisturbing that we may grow alongside our ignorance, and befriend it. Rather than lose ourselves, we might find we were there under our own noses, and shrug or laugh at the foolishness of seeking in darkness what was always exposed in the light.
Spirit nearest, truly me.
Grant me grace and strength to see.
Will me, spill me, make me free.

You are everything.
A plane of energy where all things meet.
You are ether seas.
You are thee are me.

It is life's spark.
It is the wind between my fingers.
It is breathing art.
Enamoring in its closeness to heart.

Soul of mine, and yours.
Our only bridge.
Collective planes transcending earth.
And moving through to nextward bliss.

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