springs from you
there is
only
love
anything seeming else
is just misconstrusion
clouds
that seem
to strangle the sun
but how can a cloud
ever strangle the sun?
its but the belief
that the sun,
the whole universe,
reality,
love,
your very nature,
has been wiped out,
is missing
the error feels
like torture,
death
that's the self-correcting nature of God
you get an ,immediate direct
message
a call for correction,
restoration,
a loosening
of the constricted view
wide open frontier
adventure
unexposed territory:
rapture
endless
opening
opening
opening
behind every door...
upon door...
upon door...
the view but opens
again
can you imagine
what it looks like
behind
your last mask?
the one that divides you
from your brother?
where there is nothing
but
falling falling falling
in
Love
nothing to hold on to
not one fragment
to grasp...
completely without control...
Love keeps colliding
with Itself
spontaneously
combusting!
love,
Joy
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