Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.
– Proverbs 18:21 KJV
Love.
Here’s a small place that’ll elicit that tricky vogue of Love.
And that’s too gooey for some. But may as well.
May as well! And we’ll just sit here, to where you may enjoy it.
Thank you for visiting!
Or did you want to stay longer? If so, well… let’s rattle some.
Of Love… words are but a fragment. At best a material. A bridge toward perspectives hidden, half constructed. Leading to a missing island at times.
Some holes while walking along it.
Some planks be amiss.
Planks made of that aether sort, that aether one collects along their eternals, that Now strung-and-yet-constant.
Math class for some. You’ll get past that and you’ll get there.
We’re floating along! May as well get comfortable floating down and around rocks and yes, yes we’re bobbing in that primordial ocean of aether too..
For us both would love a break, wouldn’t we? Still, most breaks come with more buttons and stimulants most often.
So it leapt out of the mind and ran up this page. Here we are reading. It’s a simple page. We’re simple.
As simple as a top spot to the cathedral. While intricate in its forbearing design — looming slopes, gargoyles perched next to you — it washes away. Although it’s beautiful, it melts away sitting on the top. Sitting along the finely cemented countertop for the bellringer to rest an elbow on. So the city seems to wave back!
Plopped and unsuspecting, one finds beauty transformed effortlessly. As yes, the mighty cathedral you sit on is now only a peak.
And troughs distant make evident that beauty moves in us. We move the painting in front of us to our liking!
The more one melts away the more one brings inside until that’s a beam.
Beams stack together and the cathedral rests within, intimate as ever.
That’s all we’re talking about here. That’s all. It’s simple. It’s Love as it could be. It’s Love when you’re slapped and smiling.
Oh may we be patient! May we see through it all! And we will if we read these words with some conviction.
You’ve once trembled, have you? And that tremble may be better reserved for the ancient forest.
See, we’re taking that word, trembling out some respect, some patience, some careful lain choices.
Most careful. Most careful. A little unconventional but the convention is far from Love it seems.
So the choir practices as you saunter on down from your cemented peak. May the reverb carry the divine spark in each voice!
In a way we’re building a cathedral together. Every word you take in you’re adding to it and so you write these words with me.
May we meet there! Silence shared. Silence until the ear attunes itself to Love that is said to pulse through everything.