Amusement Me, Hmm, Hmm, Home

[Guest guest]

Delivery time, divvying up time,

is this (about to broach) the subject of Love.

Breech-birth this Love, 'cause we gotta get it OUT!

Nine months in a day are about right for a ripe

beginning in a a never-ending miracle-giving

 

birth-begetting,

of This Love,

of THIS Love,

of THIS LOVE,

 

THIS LOVE THIS LOVE THIS LOVE!

 

The miraculous being of this simple act of love,

of this particular brand of you and me Love.

Of our Love, my gentle darling.

We speak of this Love we've hatched

from the egg of Eternity,

and we are full-open Blushing

that everyone is watching us,

all the souls are standing all around and watching,

 

just watching

 

Love be born, and born, and Ever-Being Born

each moment we remain inside the Heart of God together.

 

We are born every second in the thought of God,

forever being Be, being Now, being Nothing knowing Everything.

Giving birth to infinitness with each breath.

Knowing we are the Mother of Love's creation,

and the Father of all our Children here.

 

We love and live in an entire Family of Joy,

and we are that Joy, that One

DNA-linked strand of "relationships."

 

A meeting and a mating in the Heart.

We only go there for the taste of one another.

We look at the world from the Eyes of Love.

We are the World's Eyes Seeing Love.

 

We have arrived.

We are leaving.

 

We have never been here.

We have been here always.

 

For this cause were we born,

we were and are dead-risen up again, from ash.

For this cause we became Death's Head,

 

a moth emboldened, emblazed with That,

with that skullbone opened up,

 

with that whole "Who Am I" tome

poemed up,

opened up,

open-palmed and emptied out,

 

of you. There is no other to be found.

If there is a second, it's just You.

 

You alone.

 

I alone.

We are never alone.

 

You. I.

I You.

 

I know I seek mySelf in seeking You.

I am Aware of this distinction,

this fineprint of our loving contract.

 

And still, and yet,

 

I will never stop this running,

this crawling across Life,

just to hold you and say this:

 

I love your Love.

I love you.

I am you, Love.

We are Love at bay in a heart,

a settled mist that will not lift.

Permeate me with your Heart's Fragrance.

 

We must be that sound of Silence,

for I can hear only one thing,

 

the rush of Joy shouting,

and none can make it out,

and none can sort it out,

and none can bring it out until

 

every last Heart is left in here with us.

Our Love is only for the sake of bringing,

the sacred song of bringing Love to lovers.

 

And you are my beautiful lover.

You are my beautiful Other.

 

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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