There is only one precious word I wish to hear; to bless the air rippling with the threads that make up my soul. A familiar word beyond bravery that dares speak so clearly in a language written on mantras, euphoria, and rhapsody. No imagination can determine this one word that makes no sound at all, yet is profoundly moving. This word comes without enunciating a syllable, but clearly translated instantly in every dialect ever spoken. My heart quivers anticipating those ripples to christen my ears, my heart, my soul without warning. I know its essence will come intimately as a faint whisper, a nuzzling breeze, graceful, singing in coos only my heart can recognize. A priceless immortal resonance made by unfathomable emotions coated with feelings that can only be described as love.
Mournfully I rest here on this transitory granite boulder hurtling through a space-time continuum, absolving my possibilities to couple again in a love divine. What you read here is my voice that will never be heard in the worldliness of this mundane reality where mankind has been led to run amok. Its reverberations are only meant for this other-world of frequencies that sleep under the breath of every reader. This is my indulgence; my quest, to rinse once more in the euphoria of immaculate love. A love that dreams of touch, joining loins, and surrendering to complete coupling that fulfills our only cause. This is a world where my precious voice exists; as my worldly voice is swept away with a caution that steers me towards my savored truth.
I am certain that in the beginning perditions cauldron spilled and split the oval grains of united souls. That their frequency slowed down to the speed of matter like granite tumbling through eons until they arrived on time’s firmament. This is where nature gathered to swirl and dance until life was ignited and sentience became aware. Gradually those awakened identities coalesced and entities emerged in perpetuity’s unsolvable riddle. Sentience is a temporal anomaly whose cohesion is made with, four forces in the universe, electromagnetism, weak nuclear force, strong nuclear force, and what is known as the weakest, “gravity.” But something else is wrapped in existence's fibers. It is this word we all hear without sound that carries the mightiest of gravity supercharged in electromagnetism and moves the dualism of light and dark towards truth.
Time’s sand must tumble in insurmountable folly until humanity’s weight can be measured by the size of its heart. Gravity’s tugs in ebbs and flows making sure the chaotic currents of humanity’s unfolding story re-finds the heart of matter itself. Eventually, every longing story seeks to rediscover its cause crossing time’s treacherous peril just to face fate. I’ve always seen this stellar cause hidden in the stitches of violence as well as joy dancing in patterns showing us the road map to absolution. Their suggestible truth is the divine love and key to recognizing our indelible reflected pathway to a destiny we must unravel. Only then after a myriad of lifetimes, the lock is undone and the fabric is viewed with knowledge and wisdom. That’s when we find ourselves in a procession of synchronicity rejoining grains united marching through the eons echoing love’s magic voice.
Look for the enviable highlights in darkness that etch the outline of your holographic rainbow body. There you will find this story called “The Diamond Sutra,” and clearly view this fleeting world. It is like a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream, a flash of lightning in a summer cloud, a flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream. Here in that realization self-awareness becomes noble, blends with omnipotent, and dissolves into nothingness. The signal of truth rests in obsidian’s vastness, shed by oblivion, witnessed in the cradle of existence born from emptiness. Follow your amazement into divine manifestation that beckons those rainbows to sing the coos all hearts recognize because they are made with love.
Please indulge my lonesome lament as the passage of time forgives tomorrow’s bridges to a course once laid. I wait patiently in the sub-zero recesses of a sated heart now frozen in that clandestine oblivion. My persistent love, crystallized, wrapped in copper, has become a receiver for those signals of ardent love. I silently listen with throbbing pangs barely noticeable in hopes of hearing the ping of indestructible truth. The chasm of loneliness closes moment by moment and the burdens of delusions cannot be my failure, Love’s voice always fills this goblet I hold steady for two to sip its ambrosia. I am merely wading through the helium of timelessness sure as the diamond I am pressed from. This fateful page must turn with compassion’s notations and existence’s essence unveiled. I hear its quaver in this insurmountable plight whose only strength is to heal this chasm. Love is the builder of bridges to close those needless gaps and embolden courage to take action beyond a choice to cross over.
The shimmering pixelated Gankyil, known as the “wheel of joy” swirls within the fractals of consciousness, whose delve is suddenly stirred. An awareness is rising like the sun to probe the infinite cosmology of our mystic invisible abode. Compassion resides in a multi-dimensional state of Chenrezig. Simply put it is awareness’s home that intermingles with impermanence radiates in the ten directions and directs enlightenment. Consciousness gathers these revelations that shower like tinkling silver lights of perception reflecting off awareness’s mirror reminding it that love exists. Uncountable recreations rapidly bind the edges of time itself made from the diamond’s perfection. Only awareness can serve consciousness with fate or direct it to seek some sort of restitution in what it fathoms. Impossible as it seems, a monolithic eye perceives our woven reality crossing frequencies where ideology comprehends its omnipotent awe. Compassion’s overlooked substance emerges from oblivion with our first experience of an awareness to soothe a perception that there must be something more to life.
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