Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker
Series Begins with OceanSpeak this date: 11/27/18
THAT ANSWERS ALL
IS ALL
=
THE CHOICLESS CHOICE
A PLACE
A STATE OF BEING
BEYOND CONSCIOUSNESS THAT ANSWERS ALL
IS ALL
THERE ARE NO WORDS TO SPEAK THIS TRUTH
∞
SINCE BEFORE TIME
THE EVERLASTING-LIFE LIVED TELLS
IMPARTS, PROCLAIMS
BUT ONLY NOTICED BY ALL ASPECTS OF CREATION
THAT CAN HEAR
AND/OR SEE…
...EACH ACCORDING ITS PARTICULAR GENUS/GENRE∞
(YES, A ROCK AND AN OCEAN WAVE UNDERSTAND!)∞∞
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1:48 AM-11/30/18
∞ew-Evil's Tender Kiss
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∞∞ i have nothing to offer you, but this touch, where i disappear
i want to surrender to your silence which peels me.
- Arif K
notes to the beloved
Conclusion to long overflowing Love Wordings on this page
http://www.poetseers.org/submissions/2006-2/arif-k/
INVITATION:
Google for the entire Arif K wording above in this font color
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https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/ah-the-peeling-surrender-again-milestone-sunriseafternoon-january-25-2017
to take all that you are
into the Eternal Wellspring
of the Abyss within
is your own Perfection in unconscious depths
beyond measure
Synergize only Love
and the heart Fills with Love
to Receive All that the Beloved Is
Simply Be the Harmonizing notes that are Given
from the Quiet Depths
as if it is so
BeCause
IT Is….So
AFTERNOON
which is the Present
as the future always was
&
already has been.
are the Enhancement of All that Is
all else in life
has become Parentheses
there is only and forever YOU!
shines a Clear Path from soul to soul
Grace is being Still to Know the Answer
Love Alone Asks and Hears
Speak to me
Through the winds
Between the limbs of evening’s sleep
From the silence of stone walls
Between who I am and who I am not
Through the air of a bird’s wing
Between the cloud and the moon
Before the bending is history’s past
Between the desire and the suffering
With the gentle touch of your whisper
Before I tumble down
Glenn P. Roulette
http://www.poetseers.org/submissions/2006-2/whispers/index.html
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