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Objectification and unicity have bled into each other and I can't tell the difference anymore

Words lose their sway

And then I like a line or two or four here and there and I go ooohhh

She sat on a garden chair

For hours on end

Doing nothing

Delighting in the gold fish cavorting in the pond

An eagle flew overhead

A parrot streaked across

Oh darlin'
Darlin'

The emptiness of it all
Is like a punch in the stomach
Can be devastating as hell

And a strange melancholy
Strums the strings
Of the heart guitar

The Council: "Those of you who quest for spirituality must understand what real spirituality is. It is not the act of kindness or loving or caring. It is the thought that instigates the act.

I can't say anything except I love you

Knowing that I can but stand by

Like a ghostly apparition

And hold your hand
And cry with you
And smile with you

The breath inside the breath

On the strings of a heart guitar

And a whisper and a tune

Riding the waves

This thought stream flows

Enchanting seductress this
A moth to the flame

I hung on to hope
Of how things should be

And a fear that goes hand in hand
With the hope

Lest it all cave in

With nothing to hang on

And the handholds gone

As the hail stones the evening before
Pounded on the glass doors to the balcony

And the whistling winds
Sang full throated

And thundering clouds
Played a symphony

This quote from William LePar's spiritual source The Council has a lot to say. It answers the question of what caused the extinction of the dinosaurs and also makes a prediction for the future.

The end of that which never was

Simultaneously
Everything
And Nothing at all

Dancing at the edge of a feather

Woven
Flowing
Inseparably
In and through
Itself
And each other