who rather chooses to be Ecstasy
now gently pointing out the path of the opulence of the Beauty Way
embodying the tender vulnerability of a purple iris
by being empty and open to being penetrated by the Divine Impulse
revealing itself through the eternity of light in your eyes
the ice blue crystal radiance of presence, that awakens like morning sky
in which clarity has eternal tenure
having navigated the canyon narrows of "alone"
like the sun setting,
now setting an indelible frequency intention in you
that is irresistible, irrepressible, undeniable
in reception of an archetypal frequency permanent die cast
the mind, not wanting only cameo appearances in your holographic movie
interjects like a horse racing sportscaster:
"Which is why you may want to have a peek at the other drawers
in your aura's closet as well!"
Awareness, noticing that minds apparently have "feelings"
in this case like limp helium balloons that didn't get to be let go..
and so supports you in embracing your mind, loving your mind
for playing the forgetting game in the first place
because that's what you told it to do
while you were gathering true
like a tsumani of light builds momentum
through surrenders that
take your breath away
as She breaths you...
until everything you thought was "you"
is melted and gone
like snow turned to steam in the sun's impassioned gaze
or kissing the mist over a lake at dawn
in a diapason song of the supernal
that you actually are...