Phenomenal

Day 28 of 100 of WTFIW....F

"I would say 'phenomenal', but even that doesn't come close."

^^ Those words... ^^

I received today.

ahhh... my love... finally gracing your eyes upon mine.
I see you.
and you've seen a piece of the me.
and all this greatness is in us both.
Allow me to give you the stars.
I will give the you, the all, of the me.
Unconditional and without limitations.
Liberated like light, and like love.
Come into Heaven. I am the key.
And you are worthy.

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There's something to be said about the soul.
The way it IS, like if it were a thing to be described.
How giving it a name is like asking it what purpose it serves.
Oh, the divine truths to be lived.
How little these questions are to the expanse of the heavens.
How little the mind is and how very minute it's capabilities reach.
Why hold on to such small enclosures.
There is the beyond, where the mind could never span.
Not outward, or there, or that way, or that time. No...
It's here. Now. This very blink.
And it is part of a small truth, but swallowed up by the emergence of the TRUTH.
...and of BEING. ...and of AM.
Glorious. The All of this.

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poem etymology = create
...
the times in school that brought forth this horrendous fuss.
one that would be thrust aside with disdain and a cuss.
because there was a poem that once was made...
and to it's end it became cast away in the second grade.
Wrong. No. That's not right. Change this. Try again.
but it wasn't for you...
and the child already knew the teacher failed to see.
failed to know, failed to let the child be.
was the rhyming not on par, with wood, fire, lake, or meat?
should love not be scoured with roses and tulips at your feet?
Alas. Cast the child away. You are not good at this.
and now the poem has crashed, folded, and got trashed.
and still the rhyming is... at last...
dead.

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How precious the soul, while waiting for the king.
It took so much longer than expected.
And still. The world was empty without you.
Even when you were caught in a glimpse of another.
Knowing you, seeing you, but never having your hand near.
You were always present. Found in a few faces...the few places.
Yet, what was your name?
And still. The heavens were empty without you.
Thoughts racing to catch you, voices calling to hear you.
Grace this soul with your light.
Until the light faded and the hands of the king turned these eyes to his.
There is the silence and the whisper and the ocean and the thunder.
And still. The soul was empty without you.
The void lingered while all the while the skies rained.
Reclaiming all that was severed, mending a life tied by death.
Casualty. Reborn. Fire in the light of the night.
Even separateness was a mask. Undone. Truth. One.
And still. All was empty without you.
A soul unoccupied would be life without a being.
Sight without a seeing. Music without a song.
Touch upon the truth and hold this close.
The king is nobility. And the heirs are all noble.
And still. Nothing was empty.


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*Light conducted through crystals is magic.*
science project 101 ~ a magic wand
let it be knownst to thee that Atlantian metaphysics are a thing.

light is vibrational energy that can be seen
rays emitted through a crystal conduct a scattered ray that
alters/amplifies the conductive properties of not only the light,
but that of the crystals energy properties.
Therefore, using the only known possible qualities of crystal metaphysics,
we can thereby assert that certain light frequencies can charge and direct
possible healing and/or beneficial tendencies towards the expansion of
not only advanced technology,
but medical, physical, and environmental remediation. 


I don't know what to do with this information... but thanks... ?