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Writer's pictureDavid Hauser

Supreme Love

Updated: May 12, 2021


Supreme Love


My sautéed imagination reflects echoes that ping out from a silent seduction awakening my oblivious sophistication and its precious calm of unconsciousness. Gently omnipotence nudges my awareness to risk a glance and be captured by its subtle story eagerly aching to be served. Simmering, lurking, saturated in countless murky emulsions soaking into sentience, ebony’s darkness begins to mar all surfaces filling my vision’s deepest crevasse. Intermolecular forces accumulate around this phenomena beckoning an endearing monumental manifestation to plead its essential cause by clearly ascending from emptiness’s infinite abode. My awareness sights along its rimless edges where translucent immeasurable pixelations of divine monochromatic splendor proudly amass. Nobly breaks through a quavering tension transforming into a spotless testimony of opaque pastels displayed in incremental colors of creamy whites to soft pinks revealing utter quintessence.


Suddenly my eyes decipher a lotus bud coalescing, peering from profound stillness rising above void’s inky blackness. Psalms unheard praises delightfully carol providence carefully intoning caresses stroking an ominous truth across my eyes and ears. Blessings stitched in melodies swoon surreptitiously through every fiber of my being until each vibration reaches my heart. I’m one with its music and soothing frequencies promising me that truth and love supersede all other influences. Despite my momentary feelings of transgression and mournful woe, my un-quavering attention can’t turn away. I am humbled by its vast presence weakened in its awesome wake yet enriched by its radiating magnificence. I’m completely captivated in sublime catatonia immobilized by perfect clarity that I am witness and observer to an astonishing contact with divinity. From that observational platform in complete stillness, this transcendental lotus speaks to me as the ovum of life itself.


Swift rushes of joy washes away all inadequate inklings with spraying rinses of sweet perfection penetrating and purging every pour of my spiritual body with love. Deliverance has infiltrated my being in all-encompassing ways sung in soliloquies risen from the timeless mire of oblivion. My soul is sheltered by rays illuminating this keen awareness effortlessly as if I’ve always been in its supreme magnitude. I’m bestowed with endowments as breathless benevolence magnifies its hypnotic glances and mesmerizing emanations holographically surround my dire center. Then slowly I watch its blooms expand just a bit to reveal perfumed ambrosia permeating my pores with scents of such deliverance in a fragrance all souls remember. This precious celebration of floral repose happens in indelible savored aromas that time will not wash off. Here immersed in its divine synthesis I’m absolved by undisturbed tranquility. This is where all-prevailing love resides, in a destiny that has always existed. This transcendental primordial venture electrifies my stoic mind to bask in the throes of endearing compassion for love’s cherished sake.


Uncloaked impressions of love’s identity fill my intuition this dawning, sweetly endowed by the approaching horizon of my sacred view. The benediction of the soul has been revealed, harmony whispered through its chasm of time-space reaching ears always meant to hear. What eludes us has never been hidden, smiling proudly from the depths of consciousness merely awaiting to catch our view. To behold and awaken for seemingly no apparent reason except for the experience. My insufferable spirit finds solace humbly succumbing in gratitude for such divine interventions amidst my prowess. What merit mends these wounds that this love would find me through eons in this gracious solitude in-between the fabric of existence. I’m spellbound, raptured in its supremacy that my heart drinks nectar elucidating my awareness beyond heaven and earth. I am sunshine, I am epiphany incarnated, I am boundless light, warmed with a sweet richness only pure compassion can bear.

Love has no measure and being at the brink of immeasurable love is incomprehensible. I struggle with my lucid connection in these instants of fleeting time that feels incessantly unfurling on this insatiable timeline. This clear light water dips into the abyss of preeminence served in a treasured crucible encrusted with stardust. It offers sips directed evidently at the precipice of tumultuous high stakes that are suspended over life and death. Each illuminating sip has embraced my resolve to this quintessential ubiquitous truth that we are each profound and an inexhaustible source of love. I am suspended floating over amazement soaking in these imbibing prudent fragments of sugary sweet pleasures. Acknowledgments of these actualizations and the ability to somehow articulate its perfection are my only wishes at this time. My innate breath and exhale can only now be filled with this sweetness of good fortune where enlightenment is achieved through its realization that you are already embraced by it.

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