* THIS EXISTENCE

I am thinking of a moment when I didn't know the truth of our being is simply a state of allowed presence. We dress in the accessories of societies that command how to talk, how to walk, dress, be. How can one tell who I am if I cannot tell who I am to myself? How can someone else tell me how to be more of me if I do not even see them? Void expressions of reflections, like a glance in a mirror, glaring back with a bright smile & blank face, and then you hear a familiar tone.

Someone that you can love merely knowing that they see you at this moment, in that very moment, I feel, you feel, we think, this is love. The Ego begins to decay and throws a tantrum when it touches the mind starting to outgrow its containment. A human existence that understands the expectations and explanations assigned from a voice in multi auditory vibrations; that may or may not exist within us, confusing the social experience even further.

In the allusion of its delusion, the body initiates its demise to feel the bond of the divine energies, the ebb & flow of space that creates the key to life that comes and goes as fast as its given. Until that last breath, we pray for forgiveness from the inner child we've locked away. The one we promised to love and protect and never to let another soul sway us otherwise.

Isolation conveying the flesh through waves of weathered wrinkles, yearning through the cracks to remind us who we were and to stay forever young. Through the darkness of mystic ventures, we hear the calling of the soul to fall back to the womb of faith, that which allowed us to be, make way for rest, the body slipping way to eternal slumber. Sinuses closing, the heart speeds past rhythm and rhyme and wades back to its source.

This awareness is unwarranted, yet we continue to experience its hurts, pains, and pleasures to offer some solace of what we have learned to be wisdom thru the destruction of creation into rebirth—something beautiful which happens when the body finally yields to spirit. Alluring, gentle words of forgiveness speak back, and the voice we hear is our own, ultimately allowing us to listen to ourselves in love with life.

In love with knowing clarity in truth, being present here on this earth, allowing the "I" in me to see the "I am" in "We" and being a integral part of a human experience that we call this existence.

Love,

JAH