Next Indivisible Labyrinth
A Chanson in Seeping or Trickling into the Indivisible Soul ...
We owe it these words ...
Crawl on the Nectar Sweet Child Tongue ...
From Inside the Body to Outdoors through the O Mouth ...
We are not just a Rounded Soft to The Touch Stone and Nothing ...
This work that comes out in many different ways is a Scroll of Feed Lit in Ginormous Heavenly Hallways that have Countless Large Passages ...
One Promising Thee Center or Core Nourishing Source of the Greatest Gentle Not Strong Lovely Spirit ...
There is also a Painted White Hall on Earth ...
adorned with Formal Portraits ...
lined with Judges wearing Rubber Stamp Obligations to only the President or Supreme Leader ...
Every Consequential Love has been ... Ranked ... Scored ... Composited ... Shelved ...
Thresholds Whispering Verdicts ...
This is where most Mortal Souls are Lost ...
not by Doing Wrong ...
but by Every Day Proceeding Comfortable ...
Setting the Right Thing Down on a Marker that reads "overrated" ...
Every direction we turn there is Plate Glass ...
We cannot Touch its Audible Cage ...
That type of Aquarium continues Without Us ...
The next space is Bright and Lies with Every Other Smoothed Breath ...
This is a Bottleneck wearing an Insane Mask of Apparent Normalcy ...
Too often Flattering the Easy Gullible ...
What Pulls us off that False Ground is This VOICE ...
We are faithful to it because it Refuses to Resolve That Age Old Desire and Temptation to Hoard ...
for Self ...
Money and Other Material Things ...
In this world Sacred Love is For Sale ...
O and NO ...
It's "ours and not ours" ...
Holding or Carrying this is The Rope ...
that Extends to the Center Source ...
where our Better Angels are ... Singing ...
This is yours now ...
