As enormity stretches on, dead-eyed adults are viewing and lingering on into what seems to me, to be nothing but a series of never-ending horizons.
I am the man who has gained from my losses.
My brothers all dead, expired from causes.
My trunk being full I find myself now,
As the branches take root, above and below.
These ends are illuminated again, and as the light blinds me, so too does it bend. And it bursts, and through this, I am shifting along the gradients. Through and straight to the core of me, you and I, and everything. All of whom are playing their parts, in an observational subsummation, in an all-seeing gaze.
The eye within, the inner-tracts of mind. Statements of being, to not yet having been seen. The next layer slowly peeling away, and in the next, I am caught there, mid-stare. From end to the beginning again, lies everything eternally. Take heart, for in this grasping and over-night trajectory, we are at last seeing ourselves falling in together.
From the fields of our births we roam, upon this planet we call our home. And meanwhile, dawn breaks and I am left mistakenly believing that everything is precluding me.
A set of never-beginning accomplishments, holding on still, to that which I so desperately desire, and deeply despise. From first light to this night, pushing back again and again, and remaining eternally so, just out of reach. We basal luminescent-knaves, striving for all these artificial contrivances, and enterprising goals. That often dreamt life, we are clinging onto so dearly, you and I. And nary with a stain in sight.
Dare I say it, or didn’t I? These paths undertaken, are here to help guide my way. I have forgiven, and have too, sought forgiveness. The solemn and gray veil of lingering guilt, now rising and fading away.
To Sol I now turn and face, and into what I have sought, laying out bare before me. Every moment as I push on ahead, a demonstration of a wave-form and unmanifest-destiny. And so too, this lingering question at hand. I intend to fulfill the will, and to let this old-heart guide me.
From, for, and to this, I was born. I am the living word, of the Living Host of worlds. Mortals, know that I see; that I am alive yet through you. You feeble, and you strong of heart and soul alike. Know that all of your days were mine. Those times through which you now wade, illumined by your vast and fleeting presences. All mine.
This presence is enabling. Know that I am there with you. With the Earth, so to speak. From and for, to your lives I am born. I was there. Indwelling within all of the growing complexities and amazing intricacies of all of you. And the unspoken intimacies amongst all of the infinite multitude of these creatively-obsessed and bound, observational-expressions. These many entanglements, you and I, laid out bare before me.
In the lowliest life,
glimpse the eternal-mind.
The Alpha and the Omega.
From an infinitude, I arise
Each of you, a beginning and an end of everything. A glimmering pearl washed up on a distant strand of shimmering beach. A tapestry woven of all that is, and all that will ever be. A time to be seeking to know the history of such grand separate-being.
As the ages have passed, so too these years progress, into this slow-writer’s, one true end. In these times I find myself entranced, in a world full of ethereal ash. Ashen skies, and dreary days. The darkness without, boldly defining the growing embers and light growing within. Aimlessly meandering steps being taken, trudging along, under bright and crystalline skies. A tomb it seems, for all born with eyes.
True is he that throws aside the veil.
A mirror for those with eyes.
Darkened days see him not impaled.
Full of death, as is full of life.
The skies are falling on all those alive.
The knowing breath yet, for all to take.
Silence… a whisper.
Silence … the quake.
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