we face each other as lovers would
if that were a part of our world.
we put our minds together for conversation
though our minds are always together.
i want to be wild
he wants the wilderness
though we can not go together.
i say to him, i want excitement!
perhaps the most beautiful story of all
would be one of raw,
painful tragedy
in the midst of a gorgeous place
just to be OUT THERE
immersed in the feeling of life
and in the gut of feeling
surrounded by the quieted but tangible
Absolute Superior.
he says to me, then go to Earth.
i have come for this lifetime.
it is my first
life on earth
in which we communicate
as spirit
to human.
his lives here have been of war
of the giving of pain,
of the masculine quality.
mine have been of the recipient.
i have died young, mostly,
i have sinned and been sinned against
while he has been
leader of his ancient tribe.
together,
we have every experience.
Saturday, November 1
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.
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