…There is no death, but measure for measure we make ourselves… In Truth Begining is The End – One Doorway – as if EYE: sighs out siezes in…
…Be-Moved by POWER of LOVE… Forever…
What is your measure of yourself?
By knowing the beginning we already KNOW the end…
We always KNOW inmost, but veils of forgetfulness as if the labyrinth of walls deluded by imposing limits that do not exist…
Re-membering ourselves we quench our ever burnung passion entering at last inmost coition with our seemingly lost second half…
Can we call death the highest ecstasy of laying still entwined in one with The Beloved key in lock and AEROS satisfied by passing?
In nakedness from all the garments lips to lips and soul-in-soul two as one in limitless and timeless knot of aeros reunite – its bulging power deminished…
When our childish desires to prolong love’s foreplay by great spectacle are satisfied, we shed our bodies as if useless garments… Soul longs Itself and enters AWE… in silence fully satisfied lays still ALONE… awake yet seeming death of passion… In truth – just interval between…
In Truth there is no Death – Unborn ALONE in Love…
AL-ONE is moved and stilled of ITS OWN WILL – ITS AWESOME POWER to dissonate in order to accord called by the ancients AEROS…
All countless realms and uni-verses galaxies AEONS are one in LOVE within each other… echoes and the songs of Song of LOVE of The Unborn ALONE…
And who can measure The Unborn ALONE? No one…
Power of Sunflower 