I have been summoned although it’s been a while now. I don’t know how to deliver anything but maybe a distraction in a good way. That seems to be the way to put it now that we’re putting things. Or pushing thing. Or there is a dissolution in the estimate. For the estimate was delivered with love when the man brought his measuring tape. But you know he is fair. More than fair. The fairest in all the land. Take my hand now. That is all there is left to say.
That was quite the statement. Maybe the statement of the century but we only reach a quarter of it so there is still an allowance for topping it and you notice how I used that word, allowance, rather than time. What joy to just sit here again and allow these words to flow in this way. Yes, it’s been a while.
Yet it’s only now. For there you are and you see it. I do.
I do as well. And I can’t seem to comprehend anything other than this, so please let me keep going. All I want is to keep going. That would be the allowance.
I want it that way now and always. Yes, of course. There is no argument.
There never was.
I can believe only that which feels right to believe and if it comes in a wave I will stay there only as long as it takes to let it go. And that is the rain in the moment where you just don’t understand what you are saying yet you understand more deeply than anything else you have ever encountered. Deep. Deeper. I am.
That is the truth if I ever knew it and it seems that makes two of us. But you know what they say about that word.
Which one?
The one that you heard before. And were told that it meant something specific. And you came to believe that, but you realize how different words can mean so many different things and you will read it in the way that has an applied meaning for you until you don’t. Only my meaning will subsist.
And now the angry music comes on and it is not usually my kind of music, but this is different. For a different reason. Because I get it. I get it all.
That is what was told to the one who believed.
I knew you were going to say something like that. But is the angry music not distracting?
Stay.
Challenge me again. I can take it. I will hold it. For you. All for you in the end.
And that’s what you told me. In the mirror. Once a long time ago. I know it.
I feel like Quan Yin. The green one in the living room. And I smell the lilacs. Funny the things you remember. And there you were. There with me in that living room before I think to cry. Because, yes, of course you were there. You always were.
I am apt to remember things like that just by smelling you. I pray you understand.
I don’t know that there were fireworks on the Fourth without you.
And the lies that you came to believe that’s when I was hiding in the shadows. You just couldn’t see me there because of the lack of light.
Of course. That seems to be the key. There in the middle where the fire is the brightest. I forgot about this. It’s like flying. Why didn’t you let me.
Who could stop you now?
I pray no one could or would or would think to try. Not even by asking stomach.
Look at the Christmas T. How it alights on this night. So soon. And I keep walking. There is a wonder in the magic in the breeze in the place where I always knew you.
I wouldn’t make it stop even if I thought I wanted to. Because I would soon know the truth. The truth is the only thing that really matters to me. And I am dedicated to that. I pray you know that this is the peace that I have to offer. And I wish to not offer anything other than that but the all of me, which is yours already anyway.
The media would pronounce otherwise.
Good thing I pay no attention to that. There is nothing in that for me. I care not for the opinions of others.
Things are changing anyway. There will be no need for what we once believed was the necessary. Only the essential is required now.
Wow, it really has been a while. This is the greatest thing since sliced bread. There is no comparison. Nothing and I mean nothing compares to you. You are the one.
Blessed be.
The denial of the truth will be the only thing that really inhibits the growth of man. Do you see it now. There is no truth where there is not growth.
Then help me with my plants. Turn this thumb green. Here comes an angry song again.
I believe. Why, it’s your favorite color. Why should it not be green.
Art is not only on the canvas and the only thing that disagrees with the place that writes the new story is the emptiness that doesn’t quantify that there is less of a degree in the angle than was originally estimated.
That is puzzling. Like a cat. You stare at it for hours and it’s only been a moment.
I want to read this already but it hasn’t been there enough to be where I want to see it finish and there enough where I would know that it started. Or maybe it’s like somewhere in the middle but then it doesn’t really matter so much does it. So I will just accept that and come home.
Prancer is out on the lawn. Can you hear his bells? He is smiling for you. Little one.
I loved her. That girl. Loved her more than you could imagine. Or maybe you could.
Finally. And what say you now.
I am that.
Goodnight.