Love as a frequency of BEing

I often feel hollow and overfull simultaneously. I wonder how opposition can exist between fractals, how polarization can seem adrift when in essence, it’s all meticulously unfolding. How perception can swiftly consume us, can convene realities to suit any muse. Ah, a muse. I crave vast, endless, inspiration. Insurmountable sorrow tends to reap many rewards in ephemeral waning and waxing, wonderings of mind. I sweep edges, traverse suffering, to collect petals of dissonance, inertia…

I’ve danced between realms today, neither here nor there, looking for a tether, a pillow to rest my head. I wandered down to the oscillating shore, hoping to find inspiration. A large tree has found a temporary burial ground to expose roots and decay. Life happening.

Raven's wings unhinge ethereal harmonics alike dominos falling down, down. The threshold of reality frays numinous states weaving glory and melancholy. Spaces awoke to the gentle intimation of a childlike caress. Unearthing fondness fills cell walls with limitless exuberance. I observe the rawness of moments undressed as time unravelling.

Psychedelic states experienced here in many altering realms without ingesting medicine. To tap into human nature is psychedelic in its raw quintessence. I witness the pulls of many Selves, abounding phenomena happening in numerous layers, in multiple dimensions, here and now. Where we are enticed to invest our currency, is sincerely based on patterned awareness.

I contemplate the happening, this very moment, now. The richness, the capacity to hold it all at times feels unbearable; there's just so much. It's neither good nor bad, just dense. Nature draws me in, I watch the water unify in pools, merge and disconnect in patterns foreign to my egoic disposition. The crows' caw; they converse, a whole language beyond my comprehension. The way the sand rivets, burrows, nests, and flattens. I watch the jellyfish dry in the sun, death cloaking its material form, transition flowering organically.

I wonder how death will arrive and consume my form. A part of me can't wait to experience the ultimate transmutation. I'm reminded by the natural world, parts of me are dying in every instant. I don't have to look for death as my muse, sorrow as my animus, or passion to channel source through word art. I simply need to breathe into the many fractals alive in this instant.

I think of love. Of love as a frequency of BEing, not a conquest to consume, but rather an attunement. When I'm in my rhythm, in alignment, artfully expanding I emit the melody of love. We meet in this symphony, in the vast arena, to dance, life.