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Sometimes I cannot,

sometimes I dare not

even breathe, even draw a breath

for fear this crystal-moment might

disappear into a splintered never was.

 

Tonight let's roll out,

roll out our Soul-carpets

and ride each other to Eternity!

 

Tonight let's run out, cry out,

begin to shout out,

SHOUT real loud about

this thing. THIS This-ness, this That-ness,

this our so incredibly,

oh so ever-reflectingly,

this wonderful breaking Light upon the shores,

upon the endless shores and seasounds

that are our longing for the waves,

our Sea-Shell Self wanting to hermit-crab,

wanting to side-ways scuttle up inside,

inside the swirled, the Shelloming, Shalom,

the Sudden sound of Om is in our gasp.

 

Is it in our holy fire-palming grasp?

What last holy, so oh, so oh so holy yip

of freedom-falling do we seek?

 

Breathless as a Bering Seawave breaking,

breaking so heartbreakingly,

so unutterably brightly breathing me

to some glow-fulcrum lifting others,

swiftly, oh so kissingly,

so soul-snappingly sword-split

loving others to their last death.

 

I, the blade of laughter will cut you free.

 

I will slit along your spine and lift you,

sweet nip you into a pool of Joy.

 

Just surrender to my hot,

searing hot Heart-blade.

Be butter in my mouth,

become my sip of transience,

that cupped up coolness into submission.

 

What reason can I say this thing to?

What form of apology to Blue-Flamed promises,

promise spoken in some other never now?

 

We are not accountable to or for this Mystery Fire,

this formless forming funeral pyre

built for us, for our two souls to twist,

to shout and twine as one lick of Love,

ONE flicker-brightly face of God.

 

We are our own fanning into Forever Blessedness.

 

Find me, do you want to find me, Love?

Find me in the very fabric of your own Soul.

 

Feel me as the red-blooded flooding of Bliss,

of perfectly offered Bliss kissing

of my floral fingers,

HeartLight fingers of Light

that were created just to touch YOU!

 

Soon my darling will call me to his Heart.

Soon my Heart will merge, will Full-Immerse

in His own breathing, beating, bleeding Holy

being me. Being He, being three in two as One.

 

Linda is a sweet plum in all of this.

 

We have a destined clandestine cupping to do.

We all must pluck the Light of Love,

the Laughing laughter of our Love,

and we are obligated by God to be

the one's only Other.

 

You are my only Other ever, ever, ever.

Just this my sweetest song;

 

I love you with a Gladness that has no Name.

 

I love your Soul like a design loves a snowflake.

 

I love your Heart like I love God's.

 

You are my first glimpse of Love,

first time ever hatching of a bird,

a bright, a brilliant Joy-filled

Radiant Bird of All,

and we must break into this Moment,

NOW, NOW, today!

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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