................................................................................ finding the blue book ................................................................................ without name ................................................................................ this is the age of direct paths. straight and narrow, unadorned and true. throw your faith and fine mystical experience into the blue fire and come back to what everyone has, all of the time. that i am is a most mysterious miracle. that i ex perience you and that we are the one to whom all of this appears is the key to loves union. if you commit your life to true reading, you must find a gap in either self or story. sew what, slip into the sorts of sound which elide both fictions and be found by that first syllable which started it all. this artifice that asks the endlessly unanswered question, i am, until you step up to play with what disrupt s identity, makes us wonder whether it is zero or one, like a lunar lacuna caught in puddled reflection of a light not its own. majesty, our moons silver seam which keeps milking one ironic, iconic, recurring gesture, made simply to give back what enlightens her. no soul will bare the burden of another on that balancing day. neither moon nor me can assert unity, being eternally bound. so we dance rather over the no less mysterious abyss that compliceights the figurative field in fin itude, finding that failure is flipping great. it negates what is not already unified at heart, harking back to the final state which caused our first fall in all the myths. the major lift after fourth and fifth for which our forefathers unwittingly forewent paradise, feeling revealed before reality. o felix culpa. thus thunderstruck we come back to an old sense of progress, not because we want to reach any place, simply to find finer expression of the peace we are. whole already, capable of reading, courteous to changing contexts. alive in each vital breath and drowned in grace. the riverbank is burst, dearest friend, and this mercy will not be held back any more. who doesnt want to live with the brisk motor of their heart singing. ................................................................................ continued on https,colon,slash,slash,libraryofbabel.info,slash,bookmark.cgi,questionmark, finduncontained ..........................................
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