The Immaterial Yoke
My heart has been blasted open. This is what I was afraid of all along. To get this close to another person, thus yourself. Has anyone been this close to the center of the earth? To be able to at least identify the boundaries and the names of what makes two people have the same destiny, even if only in the end?
I think in God's design, we were eternally destined from the beginning.
And that only some people are self aware, in regard to this phenomenon.
I think we're a perfect dream God had. Something important that ties the universe together, in part, much like any other facet of this universe. But that we've been allowed to look at the design. Maybe there is no reason we've been given to have this ability. But we have it.
It's terrifying and beautiful, because I am nothing and no one worthy of being able to peer through this divine telescope. However, here it is.
The part of you is not as same as the part of me, that binds us.
Yours is a bathymetric, sempiternal sensitivity with no name and no shape. It is only a boundless colour that cannot be seen or described - only felt. It is the exact feeling of a heart in perfect love, and perfect forgiveness. It is perfect because it is male, which makes it rare, and difficult to achieve. It is pure beauty, but not feminine; an exhaled breath after a worry has cleared.
And it was made for me, so that the part of me that binds us can be identified.
What comes after this is still a mystery.
I think in God's design, we were eternally destined from the beginning.
And that only some people are self aware, in regard to this phenomenon.
I think we're a perfect dream God had. Something important that ties the universe together, in part, much like any other facet of this universe. But that we've been allowed to look at the design. Maybe there is no reason we've been given to have this ability. But we have it.
It's terrifying and beautiful, because I am nothing and no one worthy of being able to peer through this divine telescope. However, here it is.
The part of you is not as same as the part of me, that binds us.
Yours is a bathymetric, sempiternal sensitivity with no name and no shape. It is only a boundless colour that cannot be seen or described - only felt. It is the exact feeling of a heart in perfect love, and perfect forgiveness. It is perfect because it is male, which makes it rare, and difficult to achieve. It is pure beauty, but not feminine; an exhaled breath after a worry has cleared.
And it was made for me, so that the part of me that binds us can be identified.
What comes after this is still a mystery.