Be My Living.

[Guest guest]

Before time was, Love said: Be. And we all started looking

for a place to live, as if there could never be enough room

for all of us. When we began to fill this living space with building

regulations, we all commenced to live apart.

You and I are such reluctant lovers. Our marriage was

arranged before this worlds meeting, and now, we share an

apartment that is much too small. Clumsily, we keep adding more furniture, and more tired

old heirlooms.

All these surplus dogmas keeps us confined, to a union of

convenience. When did we learn to live with all this junk, as if it really

mattered? Forget about the spiritual path. Love elopes from

all establishments and jumps off any beaten track.

Give all those interior designers a holiday. We have given

our word to be this love, and need no longer discuss our

living arrangements. Let words fail. We have used them for

all kinds of domestic strife. You and I share the same soul living. It is a space that we

promised to the heart, when the heart made room for us to

set up home.

There is a key that has broken open every lock in this city of

dreams. Every soul has one hidden, in a place where the

mind cannot reach it. Its no secret that our Beloved has just one request. That we

keep this heart space beyond chance and distance. We borrowed this

house of time to make a point, and now

lets forget that also. There is no more room for our

manoeuvring.

Love says: Live with me, and be my living.

Love

eric

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