What if…death do us part aborts the living?

Forgotten the delicate surrender which erupted into great passion, orgasmic transference of another soul, not once but three times, passionate awareness portals flesh incarnate. A joy so profound, tears rush from a place once known, the promise of two becoming one is knitted tightly into a reality now reflected in their eyes. Yet he forgot.

You look and now you see. The lost boy who was spit on, ears tugged, the one with the bruised legs. He spent time in the woods just like you. He knew the smells, the wind chimes of leaves and branches, the hard rock, yet, he wasn’t part of the vine. He never tasted the wine.

Scarred you dare to breathe again, even walk. Each breath a sacred reminder of once was, yet inflate you must, not the ego, rather hope. The portal will open again and this time reflections of creations promise will teach you. This time, synapse of now will let you be, yes open, open to forgiveness. Letting go you allow the moment to rise in joy, YES PURE JOY! You have found the key, not looking, rather seeing, living in the moment given

Peace is miraculously given.

Today your first born shares times spent with his dad, the lover once known. He is happy in his chosen life, bunnies and fat dogs, a daughter conceived with much effort, delicately bred in a land before time. You sigh…she too is joyous and your heart is revealed once again.

Tears rush forth, burning down your cheek. WHEN will you stop living a lie, let go of selfish desires, face the gasping aborted one and set eyes like flint on the PRESENT

CHOICE , a little less arrogant, wrongness of my repulsive judgment against the other.To discard the lens of self adjustment. Listening to your inner voice, the one which you were conceived from

Yes, I am living

Ahh to learn from nature the skeleton of every great truth, worship the one who Created you and serve ALL  better then yourself and guess what…What if……..you die and LIVE? With no expectation of others to fulfill your needs?  Rather knowing truly to remind yourself you are here but to serve … Resurrection power is key, unless one is aborted… forced to fight for breath

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We finally LIVE!