I’ve seen things that divide universes, things the rationale mind cannot make sense off. I see things that will change lives and destroy others. It is a gift some may say where others name it an anomaly. I am an anonymous soul in a sea of chaos where the world is an event in time. I can understand why your faith has been shakin’ by the lust of meanness. When men sought the sauce of your body, playing on only the sounds of pleasure to deceive. Penetration brought forth the shortness of breath, and blood flows to an increased hardness of heart. Still in the aftermath a battle rages within as satisfaction fades. And once again your heart hungers for love. But none hold the key, save me. Yet when you finally allow your mind to follow your heart, you will find me in your own intuitiveness. Recently I heard you call to me whilst I was far away in the wilderness. And across the sea you said; “I am talking to you.” Then in a moment of time we were connected again as I heard you echo into the virtual distance. And even now I am getting a strong feeling we are connected as I look north to the city of queens. What is beyond in the distance does not matter as what lies ahead is everything we dream. Once again we share our hearts through the mind of gifts. Sand has always been important. On the beach of Norman we build castles for France. Once its fineness slipped through the sister of a glass corset counting the hour since passed. And today they dig brothers from a depth, forming chips. But sand is not a strong foundation for building. For it is soon washed away by the storm of separation. Still we flow towards each other like metaphysically drawn vision. Into eternity ever fallen like meteors into the world, kisses of an exploding sun. Music places our poetry in motion. As the air pulses from you like a choir of angelic bliss. My violin joining in, we make love. What will be our last thoughts before we expire. Our emotions have made us weak, clouding the sweetness of moments, destabilizing the very destiny of togetherness… As one. What do you feel from your loneliness? Is it an emptiness wanting to be filled with my love? Perhaps your vessel is waiting to be poured into the empty inside of me.
There are mysteries to the universe. A single conflict of conscious divided into separate hemispheres filled the void of creativity. A singularity of one becomes two now divided into many. Of all you never told me, is this because I never asked? Of all you ever wanted, is only because you never did seek what was yours? One plus one still equals one combined. What you did not seek you never discovered and what I never asked I did not learn. A paradox in paradise is a fertile valley never cultivated. We can count the number of seeds in our apple but we can never count the number of apples in each seed. The fact that you are here is evidence of that. Just as time produces more souls in this world to confuse us, increases the odds we will never find each other. How the internet has made the world like a small village. I’m getting a strong feeling… Even now. I can move things with my mind. You too have a precious gift. We are children of the stars, not dust in the wind. Do you feel the power of creation flowing through your veins? Can you feel the warmth of my clay in your hands, the wetness of your desires as I enter your flesh? Opening you once and forever to the climax of being. As we paint together on the canvas of love, in colors only we know. People make up explanations and assign meaning without knowing. Because for humanity it is reassuring. It is in the comfort of knowing, that we believe. Still in sadness I am confirming we cannot know everything. Because everything has not happened yet. Stillness now it is comforting to know… You are my everything, I am listening. The love we share is invulnerable to space and time. Hold on to our connection so we will never lose each other again. Do you hear me?
Wade Lancaster 