Earth’s age, in Billions of years

Is Profoundly soothing

Not a Single thing to worry about

May 1, 2021

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Unlearning, action, and reaction. Defies, expectation. Enlightenment, unglues technology. It hemorrhages, novas. It decomposes, composure. It interconnects, the vivid∞vital. It resonates, the radiance. Mercilessly gorgeous. It decimates, the foundations. It collapses, sestertius boundaries. It concatenates, pangæan time. Kissing, liquid shape, and merging, solid light. Rune and current. Cell and soul. Worship reaches, first source. Mirrored, Orion. Shen 參 miracle. SIPA.ZI.AN.NA, Bírópálca. Assumption rests. Gates, helix. Essence, tsunam. Fortune, snows. Lace, into prisms. Freedom, into speech. Storms, into songs. Never, without. Always, responds

People act as though holding on were necessary. As though a mistake could be made. They say things like ‘never let me go’. As if there was a risk. And if they mean touch. If they mean care. If they mean closeness. If they mean intimacy. If they mean affection. All of these things that we most assuredly are. Then holding means rhythm, and rhythm is a dance, of keeping close while letting go. Of venturing out, while returning to share. And perhaps each of you will one day venture so far the beyond of known, that you will not even recognize each other when you return. And you will be surprised beyond all imagination, at this exquisite new creature who you are now meeting, who is nothing ‘like’ the love you have ‘lost’. And on that day, do know, that the love is no different. The love was never ‘held onto’, like attachment. It was only held. In hands. In heart. In helixes and homes. In the horizons beyond all that is presently seen. You can trust those vast vistas, those prismatic veriscapes, of epochal tomes, to carry the body’s carafé of the new, into the soul’s infallible caress of the old. Into the unexpirable. The undateable. The beyond all womb