philokalia

Deep around, digging gingerly into the core of your love, the great flood of Exalt has uplifted me far past the horizon I had only been gazing on - all that I thought was possible. It is simply stunning to be nothing but naked, liberated from the vise, that patronizing vice of vengeance. To lay a rest, arrested and embraced, next to the truth of your beauty, I am both invincible and invisible. You bleed through me. I breathe you. Together, we become nothing of everything all at once. Then gone. Now done. Enraptured in your ecstasy, 'tis easy for me to see that you are right there again, like time melted. Looking near, nearly in, it is far too immaculate to deny the Divine. But in the distance, will we be close? Are we traipsing on a tangent? You engross me, your spirit eclipses my mortal idols. They are inert. But we are enabled, engraved with a symphony of soft voices and tender grazes. Fast, vast, bombast - I take you in unhesitatingly and know nothing is wrong. This moment, with the momentum of grace and love, captures the next and they, too, become one. Like our blood. Like our breath. You're my great love - the beautiful good. And when love loves hate, I know that you make confusion fuse with correction. Right. Right is that which is left between the me you give me, daily, and the you that only you can give me. Us. So the way of this pilgrim, collecting the residual soul offerings abandoned haphazardly, is to gather good in all places and to spread that substantially. This makes us closer. So close we are one again.