The finest meaning of  'Wholeness'..

Is shown  most fully within the intertwining  
in to the pivotally and most necessary
healing of both body and mind..  

    In that
the perfect expression of Spirit here on Earth
can only happen through the physical--

     You "feel" the Receptives  and/or the Urgings
     from deep  within you (your flesh wrapped spirit),
That are only brought out into the light of day  (made known)
the moment your very tangible fingers  touch the keyboard..

     Or up close..
    the tangibly-heard sound your very voice-tones,

Created by your so very tangible vocal cords--   made unique
by how deeply infused your spirit is  into that
beautiful mind and body of yours..

      By your ever-renewed
     and continual choice to heal.

Within that beautiful union,  the Sensings and Respondings
of the body  bring impulses into the spirit..  
touching deeper, the Core--  

      The "Image"  of Perfect,  Absolute Being
      placed deeply into each and every one of us..
          by the very nature of Love's Ache--  
    Residing within the center of this Universe..
    (and all other Universes)..  both known..  

             and those also yet to be..

..An Image placed, as to be a Plumb-line,
and also a Never-ending Cinematic  placement of the View
onto (and within) the inner-wall linings
     of both mind and spirit..
..Seen in greater and greater  "less dimly-lit"  degrees,  
based solely on how far we commit ourselves along,
     and in to,   the healing process.

        In its finest form,  through healing,
the things we take in..  through feeling;
and then express back out..  
from both mind, and body's  untethered Unfolding,

           ..Becomes closer and closer
           to the very Expression of God's own heart,

..Therefore smashing through,  and gorgeously undoing
the ever- quenching.. ever-diluting nature of Subjectivity, itself.

Hmm..

The "taking in"  and then  The Tremblings,  of your body's
unavoidable responses  are the very thing most 'maverick loners'
like me need most from another in this world,  

if we are to continue on in our mission with any kind of strength..
    (along with its much desperately-needed resolve).

If,  within the "taking in" process.. the beautifully feeling
Receivers  such as yourself, were to be  overcome
to the point of release~  all alone..  on the edge of your bed..
isn't that a very understandable  and nearly unavoidable  
and also so very very tangible  part of the process also..      

     --In itself
above  and outside of all human (and Heavenly) judgement?

Carry on, sweet Angel..
and so gorgeously continue to  be  who you are.
Those that can see..   see  (and feel) most clearly.


           I  see  you.

Pouring cream into coffee
Pacific white swirls melt into
Placid steady dark brown
Pivotally changing to something new
Placed to balance
Polarization conjoined bitterness to sweetness and cold to hot
Propagated our warm delight
Portions now inseparable; never going back
Picture
Perfect

I'm searching for some corroboration
Someone to confirm or deny
My dubious storyboard and timeline

I'm looking for some semblance of consensus
Perhaps it's my skeptical nature
But I suspect my remembrances of bias

Just one thumbs up from someone
Following along as I write the chronicles of me
It's not my intention to be writing fiction
But it doesn't take both eyes to see
My conflict of interest

The directors cut
Cutting room floor flooded

I've been selling myself these same stories
Come to realize they may have changed
I'll give myself the benefit of the doubt
But who else is there to blame?


I can already see
In my false memory
My fading life, dwindling body
Alone and nobody to agree
And some parts of this strange tale just don't seem likely

There's no way I'm the only one
With a growing suspicion

What if I made the whole thing up
Entire chapters suspicious
Of circumspect veracity
If someone could just agree, maybe I am who I always thought I was

If it's to be my fantasy
What better protagonist than me
Compelling, I think you'll agree
If our hero is portrayed romantically

I've only got this one epic
One bespoken narrative
So I'll say unapologetically
I'll at least make it beguiling


In search of echoed affirmation  
In the shadows of my doubtful mind  
Tracing tales of time and tension  
Told from me, to myself, about I

What are the odds
A self-serving retrospective
Would bear resemblance to truth
Begrudge not this animal brain
Conflating anecdote and sooth

Composing the score
For the script my life wouldn't follow
Entertaining the thought
All of my nostalgia is hollow

What are the odds of a pristine retrospective
Dysfunctionally familiar with truth, close yet estranged
Contaminated with perspective
Subtly, conveniently rearranged

Written by, about, because of, and just for me
Liberties taken, no doubt, but to what degree
Conflict of interest, Motive, opportunity
Faulty eyewitness testimony

Oddly enough, contrarily
Benefit of the doubt notwithstanding
Even though I'm sure mine is compromised
I still seem to be able to spot your lies

Retrace my steps, backpedal
Identify the moment or milestone
The path I've laid and the steps I've made
Diverged, pivotally, so I pivot again