The forbidden

Don't ask why you are afraid to love. Ask what you love without fear. I love this idea of traveling the world. Being a vagrant and learning how to ride a giraffe.

Locked in a cage of expectations. Released with freedom of liberty as an unconditionally loved offspring of authorship. It is an untamed beast. Whose name is Innocence. You are no longer hiding in personality as I have been for you are free to be me. I have set you free and you have set me free to be myself. I am free to enjoy being me.

I am  as you are me (she says sitting down) But are you not me (he asks questioningly) Ah child you have not been me since your departrure from thy mother's womb (the father chimes in) But haven't I seen you before...you seem familiar to me? (She looks inquisitively at him with a pensive certainty that he is the one) Is it not your own reflection my dear that is familiar to thee and not me at all for perhaps I am a separate entity entirely (he hubrisly remarks on the cleverness of his retort) Hush now children let me reveal who you are to me (he interjects dotingly) You are as my wife was to me do you not remember such a frogone time...how could you I suppose it was long ago before any could know such a thing as self before a wealth of health was disseminated across the void of existence as a distinctly unique entity but none of that matters now for she needs me not as self anymore Oh father not this tail again you do so ramble on it makes us cross (her scathing end...

For every lost pleasure in the vanity of indulgence remains wisdom in the innocence of chastity Because there is joy in the process of waiting...abating the inevitable is patience knowing it’s place in chastening a heart that once quickened to action would flee in a million directions with haste its running would be ceaseless its eating relentless its kissing meaningless and it affections left nameless but perhaps only a head could be shaved once so in that bliss why not practice aimless indulgence at least then when expressing in a moment of fleeting vanity the hatred you have for another you would look as foolish in form as you are in heart for theirs is not your emotions to own but your own...a torn soul once lost is not reckoned home by beating ones oppressors with words as contumely shaped as the wounds that by their harm you bare  but then again you’ve stopped agreeing so surely this sentiment you will not share as it goes uncared as will everything by the hear...

The illusion of distance is fading as the reality of proximity blooms. If everything is simultaneously probable and possible then curation of authorship is a story defined by limitation without exclusion nor division but inclusion of all as divine beings bearing the image of 'god' with respect for one another's unique soul identity that distinguishes us from one another by finding commonality in that which differentiates each member within community. REMEMBERING THAT IF GOD IS A WORD...YOU ARE IT'S DEFINITION. There exists a tension of conflict between what is agreeable acceptable purposeful and principle that is called experience and it is resolved with reconciliation through forgiveness. This underscores the core necessity of confession with honesty for if we are first impeccable with our word without making assumptions while doing our best to not take anything personally. Then we can learn to listen while still being skeptical. If you think of yourse...

We are in favor of preserving particular preference because of the comfort of familiarity without chance (ie stagnation without circulation) because what is expected doesn’t require trust through humble obedience of vulnerable dependence upon inspirations voice inviting novelty of choice in faith without sight but as tongue delights with diet so eyes delight with face as evidence of that which is unseen and unconsumed through participation. The intimacy of relationship without gaming in competition of oppositional challenge but in celebration of equal opportunity through agreement that salvation comes beyond self by encouraging equanimity among humans without demanding entertainment to stave off boredom with indulgence but reverently awed with tacit approval of appreciation giving birth to gratitude having an attitude who’s disposition is enjoyment of joyful rapture in delight of spiritual insight that is loving existence by being present in the here and now without articulation o...

You are like a mesmerizing flower that stands in stillness amongst the tumult of a bustling forest who's shimmering petals beckon bliss by soothing listless thoughts of a weary soul Filled with wanting for a forgotten path long grown over by memories deep in formation from grateful appreciation whose elation with lasting ceremony of celebration reaches within your eyes to bring surprise that stars within a universe of your mind shine so bright they make me blind so in darkness I find time for listening...even breathing your breath leaves my chest bereft for a longing so pleasant it's pleading is satisfied regardless of fulfillment for your cosmos is my home as your body of being is eternally found within dreams you've planted like mysteries ever revealed by summers preamble of spring that makes my heart sing.

Glory is goodness being reconciled back to itself through selfless charity of benevolent generosity. It is the distinct separation of light from darkness through redemptive sacrifice made incarnate by entering into the void of disparity chaos caused leaving an empty grave in every place of death debt and injustice made right through the holiness of justification by faith and salvation by grace alone as we become the restoration of home shedding the memory of self injury by taking nothing personally assuming every shortcoming upon atoning efficacy as we participate in rendering abundance by bearing lacking as a spiritual privilege of existence utilizing our body as an entity of self harmony by balancing reality into a unified state of serene equilibrium at peace with transition as an act of creation through the proper distribution of resources as time and matter become a faultless continuum of agreement continually propagating truths story of love satisfying the needs of narrative...