Longing to be loved
Longing to be touched
Longing to be caressed
Longing to be held

Breathing to be alive
Breathing to be calmed
Breathing to be blessed
Breathing to be found

Permitting to be loved
Permitting to be touched
Permitting to be caressed
Permitting to be held

Knowing I was always loved
Knowing I was always touched
Knowing I was always caressed
Knowing I was always held

Accepting the experience of love
Accepting the experience of touch
Accepting the experience of caress
Accepting the experience of being held

When I stand where I stand I'm watching
When the other sits in perfect anonymity
Where would the frequencies of I and the other
Where would they meet if left to wither

All this neglect directs attention inward
All vitality at its best is inwardly kept
All my days are thus inwardly turned
All the sages and mystics bowed to

We sit here in silence with our acceptance
We  keep company to each other's presence
We  actively connected in contemplation
We  the neglected sages of time immemorial

Information come from environment
Downloaded in Theta phase hypnosis
Saved in the memory files
Creative conscious mind  wakes up
Comes along with desires and wishes

Conscious  and subconscious constantly
Enter into conversation about the duality
Duality sets up the stage of time
Pretends to have a space to  be contained

Subconscious was recording from birth
To play it over and over and to make sense
Leaving no room for the Conscious to arise
Record played out and tested for reactions

Consciousness was observing while the other busied itself
When confronted with limited-ness
Subconscious turns to the Conscious
For asking, seeking and knocking

Now now my child why would you be worrying
It was all a game set up by the children of time
There is really no time and there is no duality
Let go of the recording but keep the knowledge

The knowledge will be food for you till
All merge into one where there will be
No external but only internal movement
And we drop the idea that we were separate

Here I am in my middle age in my fifties
There Dante was middle aged in his thirties
After searching in many disciplines
After climbing upward through awareness
I am resting in gratitude for the path of redemption
I had the power to turn it towards salvation

Why have I traveled then all this way?
For there were many who were calling from there
I could not have left them there nor could I save them
I had to do it all by myself and show it to them
That  the key to freedom is only turned from the heart space

Hell has varying emotions that pulls one down
Purgatory is where one feels somewhat understood the game
And Heaven the consciousness where all feelings are lighter
But there is no fun in stopping there for without knowing

What would it be without this experience?
For all we do is try to push it away
But won't we miss it when we are up there?
We might have more children to be placed here
Hoping we  could experience it all through them