any way you can

To love, be loved, becoming best friends ever, is to become touched by grace

Genius

. . . and this peace pervading me is untouchable by any event imaginable or otherwise since grace suffuses and imbues me with itself peace that is beyond all understanding like the air I breath and what breathes me.

Were I able in other ways to give you what I feel save in these abased words I would—but would you receive it, the peace I mean.

I have no sense of permanency since peace like love must grow as a renewable bond/covenant/contract preemptive and higher than what law implies since law is remedial and I bore myself repeating it while love is fluid like the seas washing away the shores of conceit.  

“Measure yourself by your best moments, not by your worst. We are too prone to judge ourselves by our moments of despondency and depression.” - Robert Johnson

23:31

At night the stars are as bright here in Vermont as any I’ve ever seen anywhere absent the pollution of cities. And standing upward gazing I remember the point of sail called Broad Reach; the wind a quarter between the beam and stern snoring across the sea blind confident in peace the course ahead. There is nothing about what lays ahead between myself and Pam but a sense of being right to be together. Yet there remains certain practical issues cats and dogs back in Las Cruces and less import choices that we must work out and within there is this peace I cannot believe of me or us.

Caught between tears of joy and laughter I write these words because I want to remember this time and confident sense having passed Audition Number Three, or is it Four? How many ahead?

It seems we are a we and there remains only the details about how to affect the closure behind and forge ahead to whatever will be with us for the foreseeable future. The ship of us rooting into the seas to come joyfully.

130527 03:23

Between myth metaphor simile and myself / the effort goes forward upward through a van obvious cyclonic / drawn for now shrouded in the Moose Rivers constant rushing and fog. She sleeping amongst two dogs and a damp sweaty vacancy from which I fled feed with dreams now vaporous. What remains, obvious, that soon or late I will return beloved. Still joking about the next Audition. Love’s laughter and lust slaked yet again. 

“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.” ~ Arthur Schopenhauer

No small crime this suggesting that you read if nothing else – as I – the ruin and runes of your heart as well as those of others more famous. Watching the gyre—ruins returned to embodiment. 

Neither madness or silliness I am stunned to silence with awe this date these quotes on Wikipedia. Embraced swallowed whole within the belly of a boa looking like a thin brimmed hat with a high crown myself inside laughing in joy! Crescendo the sense I am not to quote you quotes or explain my sense of them but merely to attempt to say in my own words what they imply to me. Imparting to you the desire to build not destroy. To love not kill a forms of life not regarding their esthetic value or what culture tells you is good and whole but what is itself like everything that concerns me a portent of good. What is not subject to corruption lasting far beyond our meager lives.

Each of us sentient is a crystal refracting meaning unique to us seeking concurrence contemporaneously with the life force of our home this planet which for me at times is God but as God always more than I can embrace. 

By meter or rhyme I am poverty stricken when it comes to poetry but of a poetic sense/aesthetic I become, daily, more aware. And for one I refuse to allow we the people to succumb to images inarticulate seduced. Mikey seems to indicate we eat our own cereal the substance of our origin and future to digest. 

What folly to ignore the song of your heart deafened by noise and dilutions/delusions?

04:41

Dawn slowly looms loving the metaphor for both the tapestry and dawn to come. Birds sing in chorus day break. The Presence is continual whether dark or light or in-between and eternity in a heart beat as dead meat the soul fled. Tenant in life or death heaven and hell within. 

130528 EDT 00:48 

This love I live / actually a duet only now discovered / become a chorus / several like minded / who sing together a building the world anew / seen for all of us / equal and none better than another.

For her I abandon all past definition of what life was, is, become will be—future: two trees roots racing towards the core of things. Buttressed by truths transparent given as our being vows souls intertwined.  Watered by deep aquifers unquenchable.

130526 EDT 05:06 any way

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