Atop the Stone, standing on the precipice of embracing perfection, fully present, I am aware of my insurrection,
“Be still, it is I that am you, in unity we are.”
My heart and spirit are broken,
“you are perfection.”
Yet you speak through me, and I feel your breath on my skin,
Silence…….
“The sounds of the spheres move you in an upward direction.”
Your scent a sweet perfume, a bouquet of moss, grass, rain, and wet dirt….
“It is the sweet nectar of perfection.”
It is painful, I feel empty…
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