It’s subtle,
but our hearts,
they talk to each other,
on a level deeper than time, space, or life.
Sometimes it’s all I hear. Sometimes I forget it’s here.
When I’m in that space with you,
a communion of hearts,
all the small things: the details of this life, are tiny blinks in time,
but I remember the slow and constant things,
I remember the earth, her flowers, her purifying fury.
I’m not scared of your stable-boring vast peace and immense deafening silence.
All I want is the invincible annihilation that you live.
I would trade the interestingness, turbulence, and uncertainty
of the stream of my consciousness with you in an instant,
but I guess the grass is always greener on the other side.
I know you want me to have a happy life as a human man.
I’ve only ever loved transcendence, happiness was never a concern.
“Transcendence ever is – ever you are.”
Then, I want to be a light of love,
a doorway, like you.
The torch, our flaming heart:
I’ll be the one who will drum it on,
drum this light and love,
into the river of time,
into flesh.
I want to be close to you.
Wherever you go, I will follow you.
“There has never been a Master nor disciple.
We never were.
This personality will never be free.
What is free has always been free.
No longer mistake your self for experience,
No longer mistake your self for the temporary.
What I am is not in experience.”