Dec 2022
I was shovelling drifted snow outside today
and was overcome again
by the warmth of that beautiful,
deep feeling.
You may never understand
the need to push through the mundane
and into the deep, central Core
of the one you care most about.
For you,
in your current world, that is not attainable..
but for me.. looking at you..
I know you very much have that deeply-gorgeous,
extremely worthwhile attainability in you.
Without connecting deeply with one such as you,
I would just be sliding superficially along the surface
throughout this entire 'life' here..
Knowing there is a whole world of untapped closeness
lying just under the status-quo
of the normal 'everyday' operating level.
That is not saying we would necessarily be ******
at all
It just means that there is, sadly
such a huge amount of giving up of the Beautiful
in order to continue on skating along the surface.
That is why I do what I do, and say the things I say
late at night.
During the day, I am operating
out there on the "everyday" level.
At night, I am connecting into the unfathomable depths
of the most lusciously-beautiful gold mine I have ever known.
I can't do the "surface" thing with you, Young-love..
In fact.. I won't.
You get that in your marriage,
and pretty much everywhere else around you.
I refuse to be a part of that tremendously sad list.
You will never not be that deeply luscious gold mine..
You will never not be fully worthy of the attempt.
You want to be left alone.
.. ok.
..And as you cross the wilderness
spinning in your emptiness
--if you have to, Pray..
looking for a sign, that the Universal Mind
has written you into the Passion play
And as you cross the circle line
well, the ice wall creaks behind;
you're a rabbit on the run.
(..and the Silver splinters fly
in the corner of your eye
shining in the setting sun)
Well, do you ever get the feeling
that the story's too **** real
and in the present tense?
..Or that everybody's on the stage
and it seems like you're the only
person sitting in the audience?
https://youtu.be/hhXpGRJQV4Y
Ah, Babe..
❤
spinning in your emptiness
--if you have to, Pray..
looking for a sign, that the Universal Mind
has written you into the Passion play
And as you cross the circle line
well, the ice wall creaks behind;
you're a rabbit on the run.
(..and the Silver splinters fly
in the corner of your eye
shining in the setting sun)
Well, do you ever get the feeling
that the story's too **** real
and in the present tense?
..Or that everybody's on the stage
and it seems like you're the only
person sitting in the audience?
https://youtu.be/hhXpGRJQV4Y
Ah, Babe..
❤
