Will you meet me?
Will you meet me beyond words?
Beyond the tight little boxes we squeeeeeeeeze ourselves and each other in?
Will you meet me beyond the labels?
Beyond the “You” and “Me” and “I” and “Mine”
Beyond Female and male; lab tech, post doc, or faculty?
Will you meet me beyond mother and daugther?
Will you meet me beyond friend?
Beyond who you think I really am…..
Beyond our most vast thought of what and who we really are
Beyond even our most vast thought of what and who God really is!
Beyond ALL that.
Free to be.
Full.
Seen.
Enjoyed.
Adored.
Swirling, Dancing, all of it and none of it… as strings that are resonating, vibrating, that somehow make up the basis of our entire multiverse (This is surely not the only “Reality”).  Will you meet me out in those thoughts?  Maybe even beyond that?

Can you learn, or remember how to, see me through your first eyes?  The eyes that reach back and baaaaaaaaccccccccck across, and IN TO, every, single, universe since the beginning of time. Watching it unfold.  Just watching, seeing, witnessing, without judgement or thought of right and wrong, or how is should unfold, or should be… just watching, loving, allowing, being, experiencing…

Language.
Who made it up? We did! Remember? Separate languages for separate beings, separate cultures.  Created by humans to help humans communicate and remember ‘things’.  Valuable? Yes. Sure. When it is used as what it is, a tool to more effectively communicate.  But when fruitless words fill the air, when words become the point of the interaction between two people or nations or cilivilazations or species, ahhh nooo noooo.  We must remember our first language, the one in which every ‘thing’ speaks…

What is beyond those, these, words?
Will you meet me in that space?

A great fullness of silence.

Peace that passeth all understanding.

Unexplained Joy and Bliss.

Indescribable Love.

The love we all are hungry for,  s  t  a  r  v  i  n  g  for.
…..mmmmm will you meet me there?
and IF words are even necessary… they will EXPAND into this space
The trees do not speak but they have something to say.
Your heart does not use language but in its beating, its message hides.
Quiet down humanity, listen to the inaudiible.
Allow that to speak to you, for you… and let words just
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