This time around

John SimmerlingDecember 26, 20201 min read

You better run

straight at me

Till I disappear

This time around

Because this is the life

we might get to transcend

It takes all this light

and all this heat

To burn the rest away

She said, "Manifest yourself into the universe. Whom you seek will come to you."

Wait. Don't try so hard.

In lucid dreams, I've known cosmic soul-love. It is the indescribable, conscious connection found in the teachings and ramblings of Leary and others. In the poems of Rami.

Oh yes, it exists, somewhere in the universe.

And in that somewhere, there is a collision destined to happen.

If our path - in this lifetime - allows us to step into that moment, we should run toward it, toward the collision, and embrace it. Or it's lost. For now.

Lost in moments of distraction, judgment, misconception, prejudice, fear, or rejection.

And so here we are again.

To find our destiny of cosmic love. To illuminate our own soul, in its true goodness. To be a brighter light, in the darkness of an ink-blue night sky - filled with billions of stars - that can be found.

You may not get another chance for millenia.

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