The vast majority of our only known home is submerged
In a singular element.
Gallons and currents and waves,
Depth and surface, qualities
Which hardly divide it,
The unified whole, as far as can be seen,
Overwhelmingly omnipresent.

The entirety of what is known of our lives exists
In a singular progression.
Years and hours and moments,
Long or brief, measurments
Which do naught to divide it,
The universal present, the only experience possible eternally.

Within this omnipresent permanence existing, our bodies - drops in the ocean and mere flashes in time.
Who is to say that Love - its objects, time or placement notwithstanding - is not
All that we are, united, the one and only
Whole that we can ever be?

Sycophants.
That Great Tree burns all around us.
Can you smell it?
Can you sense the presence?
That Great Old One, that Great Old Tree burns.
Beckons.
It's smoke rises up and crosses the sky 4-fold.
No bombs may stop it.
A fate lined delusion, to which, even the children succumb.

On the ground and among the spit and slander is the shelter of wisdom.

This must be so.
>>>The waves build and grow on one another.

NO MOUNTAIN BEFORE US CAN STOP OUR FLOOD.

Skins who claim to see are blind to themselves.
>>>The waves build and grow on those nearby.

NO MOUNTAIN BEFORE US CAN STOP OUR FLOOD.

Formless connected masses gather and execute their souls.
>>>The waves flood and spread their swirls.

NO MOUNTAIN BEFORE US CAN STOP OUR FLOOD.

On lookers below the pyramid find mercy in their death.
>>>>The waves spare nothing and the wall burns inside.

NO MOUNTAIN BEFORE US CAN STOP OUR FLOOD.

The tree smolders and finds union among the people of the AIR.
Few understand these images.
All will come to feel these images.
In beauty none will see it.

NO MOUNTAIN BEFORE US CAN STOP OUR GREAT FLOOD.

The infinite forms of the depths sprout new seeds upon the space where we may walk.
The path before us is along a prime meridian that none can follow.
The eternal eternal from whence we came.
And to which we will go.

This, all will know.

she silenced her phone
trashed the social media
cast off weary fake friends
ceased to lay eyes on junk
or accept empty invitations

she was like a tree or a flower
rudely dug up and replanted
in a grotesque garden

there was one way to wholeness
one unrushed road to finding self
and it wasn’t out there
or hiding somewhere

it was a gentle determined stroll
the deep measured cleanse
feeling the slow but sure growth
down to the roots of her tingly toes
until she and the earth around her lightly sighed

Help me
I feel as if I'm on fire
This feeling, what is this
I daresay it is love
The love for a friend
Who has become more
The love for someone who is taken
The love for someone who makes you feel

Whole

Wholeness
This is foreign to me
Yet somehow I know
This is the feeling
Love, such a strange thing
Love that comforts,
But hurts more than anything physical
Can make you whole
Or tear you to shreds
Yet, we all take the risk
Love
Hate
Whole
Empty
These are not as different as they seem
This, is the enigma of life

Do you know where I can find It?
The middle ground of joy
It leads to increased wholeness,
Happiness, Love  & Peace.
Where does it start?
How do I step into this path?
Do you know where it is?
Do you know where I can find it?