“You are as close as you have been since the flame of your life ignited. So, enter, Child of Light.”
I know some of those secrets of the langorous silent spaces between me and you, hallowed by the silence interspersed among the combined generations of my brethren.
“We both know what it is fitting to know. All the rest is further nourishment and will mutate into soulfood in good time.”
May I stay close, dear my heart?
“We are one, my kindred kind one. We have been together as one for thousands of millions of millions of your years. SMILE at me and so fill us both with light and joy. Be on your loving way!”
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DIALOGUE two…
Welcome infinity
“And I will come to death like a shadow under the sun”
The light of understanding exists at the deepest ocean trench. The power of clear perception infuses all animals of every size and shape with longing each for being united with their own kind, up to the highest altitudes.
I am in an existence where I depend wholly on the understanding and the longing of my self for my heart, and this dependency is in truth no dependence, but wondrous and ever unfolding results of striving for unity with one-ness
In a galaxy a long way away, I found a Palace. It was made during millions of years of evolution, and its existence was the urge to grow.
It grew away from the centre of its planet, and was admired by all who had ganglions to admire with.
The empty Palace requires a visitor, for with no witnesses, the structure exists inchoate, incomplete. With or without a witness, it crumples and melts down into the loam of its origin anyway.
It has constructed itself to be an object of desire to beings with legs or wings.
In their absence, it relies on its trillion brethren to display its message and with it to fill every space between fire and ice.
Long ago, it took the form that love takes whenever love has the opportunity to dance with atoms.
Therefore it has no need to say, “Love”.
~ ♡ 🌟 ♡ ~
[This report from an interstellar explorer was rebroadcast to its galaxy far far away, in the hope that the Palaces of Earthly Love may come to be recognised, venerated and given the status of Universal Stellar Protection by all star-system populations for all time]
AUTHOR’S FOOTNOTE
I took a photo of an unusually coloured striated garden poppy. Later that day, I enhanced it slightly, to post it on Facebook, and then the line came, “In a galaxy a long way away”.
The combined factors involved in the arrival on Earth of such a complex botanical structure are all but impossible comprehend.
My whole life I have struggled to find out how mathematics, geometry, cellular biology, phytochemistry and evolutionary botany, could affect an organism whose purpose of existence is single-pointed, and whose outward form is graceful, coherent simplicity.
A most effective and dramatic perspective I have been using for years is to pretend I have stepped off a Flying Saucer and am taking stock of an endless variety of never-seen, never-imagined Earthly life forms.
What happens when I, a creature from another solar sytem, am walking in a land of non-stop discovery?
In a flash, my perspective broadens by astronomical leaps. I am one being in a Cosmos of beings, all completely different, yet all sharing life.
My restless questions about origins, about shape, form and composition fade into a lower state of urgency. What matters is the universality of life.
My garden poppy is a messenger of life, and the astonishment is clear. Poppy exists throughout the millenia.
The manner of life’s self-assembly, of life’s urge to exist, endure, and replicate have come to me in this one flower – just for me and only at this point in time – via the operation of whole epochs of confusion, destruction and rebirth.
I have no reason to be shy to say this. It represents the result of massive recurring surges of the pure powers of love on our planet.
There is something inexplicable and unfindable in the startling grace displayed in this poppy. The grace does not require analysis or research. It simply asks of me to release all question, and to accept with childlike wonder the blindingly brilliant fact of its existence, here and now, with me
The View at 72+ 