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I am able only, to contribute a single voice, one of growing billions to the dialog between temporal and eternal. Finally there is a growing peace, not indifferent, but quiescent equanimity. My longing slaked and we have yet to kiss, the one for me the other for all of us. I thought myself fearless, but that was of death, for life takes / actually – really / greater courage. To be real in real time. . . .and true to the loves I know.

By what dipstick/ruler can I measure this, here alone in this dark loveliness? Experience. And my voice refined a bit sharper, yet not singular, but one of a chorus across all time recorded. Counted as one of fewer number than billions who long simply to live their time as they, think, intuit, feel and sense it; our collective will to love and live.

And this cup I will drink to the dregs / refilled again.

Drunk, and a fool for love. Love of the One and All.

Love, of course, is astonishing. It is as if I’d lived in a fog presuming my sight infinite. The fog lifted and I see clearly I was wrong.

For now peering into the dark mirror I see clearly it is more a crystal than silvered glass in which I see The All, as we the many facets making up the face of my beloved. Light passing back and forth from one to the other and back.

Organic growing not complete or perfect yet.

I’ll quote you no quotes, feeling impelled to distill their spirit into vernacular, accessible similar yet ‘original’ if such be possible amongst us. Aware of a profound – deeply so – gratitude for being read; an “I SEE YOU” acknowledge and replied.

All will be well / this glow worm blinking in the night / is happy.

130520 MDT 04:18 dialog

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