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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Desire is my boarding pass. Each destination looms with new experience brought about with just the entering of heads-- New worlds revolve before the conscious eyes of thought emerging all around me; could I then turn away? Floral-scented breezes from another's mindfulness will fall upon my cheek, and I ignore the sweep of consciousness descending graciously upon my brow? Then I see inside them recorded in a poem, meditation or a slice of intellect shared from speaker's desk or easy chair-- thence to the wonder of a book upon my lap. The cost is slight, a measure of my time, but more a dividend of riches on a course paved in a mind which shared another history, or insights which had never come before. Who may define the source? Head to head, then certainly if deity there be, then it is silent-- true occasion for an awe that only listens, never speaks. Some death is needful when those heads collaborate. I know this closing and its vaunted seal on heritage, on trembling breath that glories with every new disclosure, hard-won but full of fortune gained... and loss...and light. I know it is a flight unlimited by time, with a beginning, finishing or touching-- reality though, that lies outside where only measurement is king. There is departure's gate. Well enough, that we prepare. Well enough, true ecstasy is ours. ~
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