So? Will You Meet Me There?

Playful and loving mystical selves; neither awake, nor asleep

Image by Dorothe from Pixabay

There’s a field between my Self
and its reflection.
Will you meet me there
as your intermediate version?

I’ll wear nothing but my soul
and my conscience.
Yes, existence can be bodyless;
I am sorry, selfish Science.

I’ll wait for you next to the frequency
where antiquity will “happen”.
We can watch it as a movie, or
even play a role now and then.

My “I” and your “I”
will approach each other;
the II pillars of our comingling
that has an infinity to uncover.

We will flow and vibrate as one,
dancing to The geometrical anthem,
sensing the sound-waves of the Spheres;
being us, and also being them.

We’ll be fearless and hope-less;
pure existence with no needs.
Fear and hope are born by the illusion
that we’re just temporary human seeds.