The Point of Weightlessness

This was the palette with which I drew you.
I mapped your heart and soul.
And in this endeavor I learned something better,
And you had gained much more.

The Mind! The Mind!
Oh, ever such a thing,
With passion you forged this bridge.
And, in your boundless curiosity,
You had crossed the lines of reality
Passing on crescent wings.

Oh, perception is the lie that holds them down!
These red blurs danced in the vision of sweet memory.
Out of place, Out of mind, Drink up toward that sky
Where truth is a matter of being!

And in that moment where I'll see your face light with joy,
Our fingers will lace to form the point of weightlessness,
Where time and space will never touch,
And we will laugh at their transparent delusions.

The Tigress

Fight with fire filled to your deepest core,
Where time wears ageless eyes
and scars sear your very soul.
Fury made flesh,
The Tigress has risen.

Ageless Eyes: The Birth of Humanity

I am old.
I have always been old.
I’ve existed for as long as understanding has.
For as long as the energy of existence has flooded this earth:
Forever we have bonded within the schism of what is and could be.

And, when I was born,
I felt flesh,
Tasted its vulnerability,
The fragility of life, itself.
And the bittersweet scent of humanity

And, loved it.
Because, I’ve loved you since the beginning to the end of time
for I am older than you can ever know.

For I’ve seen the truth,
Your truth.

That, you are tragedy and hope;
sadness and joy;
death and life;
the past and the future.

Because by simply being,
Humanity can be everything and nothing at all.