This Thing . . .
I know not what curious factors compel me to hold you in my thoughts each day, all day.
I anticipate with longing each moment we share whether it be speech or your presence.
I neither know not what drives and directs me to sit and exact this communication revealing my inner self in such a manner.
I have long learned the incrimination of putting one’s feelings in writing, but I care not.
All too often the things I desire to say, I lose courage to say, and the words melt away in to the abysmal nothingness that abides with us all.
All too often in life there are moments and experiences that acquaint us with something or someone special, and we do not comment.
To not at least acknowledge that our souls have been touched, stirred or moved is a sin against life itself.
It is holding all that is dear in life in disdain.
I, as we all do, know and understand the rules of man and social structure and it’s condemning nature for what it can not accept, understand or control…..
well . . .
This Thing is of a non conforming nature within the structure that wishes to erect the edifices of it’s own greatness only to pass into history as a time that used to be.
This Thing is timeless, universal and cares not of the rules that are set upon the table before itself to abide by.
This Thing existed long before man could utter his desire for order and conformity.
This Thing fractures the rules by which we so vehemently deny ourselves and our divinity.
This Thing cares not save for the opportunity to share itself with another…. Unabashed…. Uninhibited…. and Unrestrained.!
This Thing will either be our undoing or our salvation in this life…but in the infinite misunderstanding of our existence,
This Thing is all that there is.
This Thing is the Mother of all that exists. It is the relationship between all living things…. each of it’s own kind.
As we develop in our consciousness we come to understand and accept that we are all connected and interdependent, for all is one. I have encountered thee and I aspire to thee to become one with thee.
For This Thing I will suffer the indulgences of a finite society, for my cause is timeless.
This Thing have brought thee through many histories and lifetimes and we shall go forth with much more…. for I am but a servant.
Thou has awakened in me this Thing that has lied so dormant for too long.
I acknowledge the grandeur of This Thing I have found in thee, for This Thing is . . . . . . .Love !
wsp
circa 1985
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