Do you remember when….?
There was space to be anything by just imagining it?
i remember flying…
A vague memory of perfection...
Does such a place exist?
In thought i called forth desires
Every desire manifested and great beauty in creating….
wherever i went there was pleasure in being and creating….
no inhibitions of time or space….
in thought -i flew across galaxies
joy filled encounters...
i was love
Nothing missing from such existence?
Something in me wanted
perhaps i began to be bored or felt unchallenged by...
my ability to create anything?
Had I been dreaming...
Fooled by my mind….?
What if I had projected darkness within me into the world i saw?
What if I began to separate from the Oneness of it all?
What if there was more love to be understood…?
Maybe i created the desire for a physical experience to appreciate more fully...
Might it be that i wanted to feel, touch, experience my own soul in a different dimension...?
Could it be that the journey of love is to remember...?
Journey to remind ourselves of who we really are?
Born to open my eyes only to close them….?
Indescribably and unimaginably a world where there is so much to experience…
Experience myself through the senses and beyond them….
Patience in experiencing and creating dreams…
Born to be loved?
Only to unlearn everything that questions that love?
Why make sense of it….?
Is there more to know, feel, be…?
Closing my eyes i see there is nothing or…. is it everything?
Mighty boundless love….
What if the sensual, the mystery of desires fulfilled over time is pleasure to the soul?
A distant enchantment brought to fulfillment by experiences….?
A realm where nothing lasts long enough….
Mystery in the illusion of not knowing….
A grand illusion of non-love…
through touch, sound, form, texture, scents,...
rediscovering the depth and expansiveness of my being...
fall in love with the one i see?
Then, ecstasy in falling with another?
Magic in connecting,..
getting to know one another…
Sweetness in love
our yearning for meaning beyond the ease and grace of other realms we call home?
Truth in the language of gazing into the mirror of another lovers eyes
Ecstasy in bodies merging as wordless caresses….
Suspended there...experiencing eternity in a moment
Love beyond the mind, the body, the transient….
What is left?
to cultivate love inspite of myself…
to remain in my own love when i am tempted to stray…
And at the end of my human existence- what then?
i remind myself of the truth of it all
Choose to do it all over again….?
i open my eyes and experience myself….
Love is the beginning, the way, the journey... and truly endless
Remembering love is bliss.
Have you remembered…?
Is it all just...great vivid imagination?