yearning...

I confiscate and confess that the ego too is simply a notion, invisible, non-existent until we sprinkle it with life, with our essence, most often unconsciously and unknowingly. Like Pinocchio, we're still exploring, learning, gathering and harnessing the very life we're so convinced of living. How many of you make love to time? to space? to neither and both simultaneously, fluctuating, flashing with the rhythmic pulse of distant torsion ripples touching entirety. The sage of space hovers about in his obliterated head, reaching the threshold of capacity, there is only a natural and significant orchestration that must occur before one can even begin to break down and disintegrate all the Earth-culture's toxicity we're subjected to. Polluted at every step, knowing it, seeing it's ferociously hideous misshapen silhouette, emitting a dispersal of transformed energy. All light gathers space, embracing the truth of what it absorbs as it perpetually travels, never stopping, never slowing, never knowing what immobility even implies. Let us all eat, drink and be with light, with love, with true acceptance which brings the beginnings of forgiveness...learning to forgive through acceptance. For don't we all yearn to be accepted for who and what we seem to be through our motions and words and gestures? Shattering the circles, the zero which only implies infinite potential, come walk with me in directions never experienced rather than dig deeper with years of cyclic speeds.