It's nearing, I can feel it. Will be in the desert to watch. To feel. To heal. Pour my fears and worries into a pitcher to empty. Plant the seeds of my intentions into the fertile soil of my heart, activated by the celestial realms, suddenly so much closer to us, and we to them. 

Endless gratitude. Awareness of the elegance of being. The sumptuous sweetness of every breath. Life. Love.  

Within my self,  a thousandfold emotive lions. Around my being, a million manifold eclipses, smiles and heartbeats. Light. Dangerously bright. Shadows, delirious and delicious. Strange romantic cravings. Fantastical stories and dreams. Something is in the wind, in the breeze. A silent wisdom speaks, hums slowly louder, unfolds us. Peacefulness is so near, at times reached. Ever there. Ever here. 

Somethings pulls tenderly. A familiar symmetry. Bubble-thought and weightless heart, suddenly I'm everything. 

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What does it take, creating me? Do it, friend. I'm eager to be born. 

Whispering linens, spores of sweat and tendrils of your hair, streaming all about you in your sleep. 

I watch the night you keep. A shadow self, my lonesome wanderer - my effortless loving of you, 

how I'd hold you if I could. 

Destiny and legacy, words I use not easily. I think of you, something neutral and unassuming in your being. 

There's a tall wall, and a lock and a seal, and I still think of you, past the clouds, past the line

dividing your heart from mine, it feels still near, I'm reckless, useless, clumsy,

with you far. 

Won't the daylight bring you again? 

A mystery, folded into harmony, holding my hand, it's transparent at a glance. 

Leaves, their skeletal lines, the air on the branches of the trees, all the ease

with which I remember you. Still see your essence where you sat, 

not two hours ago. Not yet removed from my iris blot, from my map and chart

of your sweet face, your laugh and your grace.