loves to love you
i dont ever want to forget these
this reality is more loving then i have been experiencing
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Tuesday, September 8, 2009 at 12:47am
strangers seem to meet
in a form of understanding
like a recognition
how is it that i miss something that i may never know even exists?
i feel like i have shared a connection with someone,
yet in this realm of flesh i have never gazed apon this glove
i have felt the love of this being
it channels through many different people during my lifetime
like a lesson of love constantly being transmitted throughout all of this reality
this binding connection seems like a
like a rip in space time
the reverberations of the sphere's
a moment a night a lifetime all spent within this eternity
yet i always mistake the gifts that come from understanding and recognition
i am trying to solidify these emotions
using symbology that seems antiquated and out of phase
yet this inexpressible feeling still feels some need to communicate itself
this illusion of a holographic reality is all inclusive
immersion within this false reality creates some sort of binding force to time
for all i can tell this is unknown to you
my heart stopped as my eyes first fell apon you in this glove
i felt a sort of binding energy from your root to mine
this time i don't know if i have just lost it
the path towards that reality is very treacherous
i feel as if when you start clasping onto a strand of true reality
the energies that you have bound yourself within this space time
will try to trap you into a realm where that manifestation is not possible
this cycle of sharing a dream with someone only to realize that it is not unfolding as my intention desires
cannot and will not continue
this reality is more loving then i have been experiencing
awaken without ever laying eyes on her human form share a love that few ever knew existed a personal angel being channeled through many different vessels a ministry of caring like a breathe of fresh air even alone feel her embrace thank the universe... for manifesting all forms of loving messengers who always heed the signs of this our new aeon make this workplace a haven of rest in this weary world we call home