This life is an illusion,
the difficulties, inanimate beings of our own devising.
The body is a tool, as well as a vessel,
to render into a collective reality
that which we need to coalesce a discerning vision.
And though far reaching these tendrils
fraught of our own personal indulgences and flavorings...
they are all permanently connected to the source,
unlike these slip knots that tie us to this temporal plane of existence.
As we meld together
the tale/tail of which we perceive,
willingly joining entwining, seemingly spiraling endlessly,
and short circuiting polar opposites to fuse a bond
releasing slip knots we weaved in our personal desire
undoing, so that we can weave a collaborative design...
the future opens up, naturally, yet purposefully
expanding in every possible direction to fill this tapestry of our creation.
As we inevitably part ways again
physical separation is only part of this reality illusion
I have been with you always, as you have always been with me
we are all one
connected to the sacred divine light
and to each other with unbridled delight!
Until the next time phase illusion comes to be,
beautiful muse and wondrous co-creator,
know that love is our gift for each other
Listening to: my heart beating