The beginning of existence

The action surrounding the connecting of two, leading to the rhythm and joining together as if one, is the fulfilment of a desire of completion, once standard, then lost, once passive, then searched. The same action is not determined by an act of free will, but triggered by a memory of what once was. The memory provoked and stimulated through the gross or the conscious is an indication of the completion and , left by others,  the beginning of existence.

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Enchantment

ENCHANTMENT
by justme 
Dance with me, oh child of God
For love has left me and enchantment took it’s place.
Spin me not but look upon mine face
For love has danced with me, yet love forgot
Love looked upon the rose as beauty full of innocence
Yet love forgets me. I too don’t know
What the wind has whispered
I wish to know, but love forgets me now
Only love knows how,
Or why,
Or when,
Or best
I feel the wind, yet I know not what it says.
I cling to life
I fear,I cling no more.
I slip upon the thorn and life slips away from me
I look upon a mirror with no reflective face
For love has left me and enchantment
took it’s place.Yet, once upon a time, in the land of dreams
All fell still
The earth made way and gaped with longing love
The crust of life broke free
The rose was me and I was you and we were one
I could only, just be.
Once upon a time In a land
Where the minute stop and the blind can seeThe wind whispered and I heard
Enchantment left and love immersed, within the rest
And the rose was swallowed and
Destiny fulfilled,
My simple, enchanted quest.
For love.
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To live with love

TO LIVE WITH LOVE
by justme

What is it to live with love?
To combine, to commit,
to converge, and to see.
To understand you can’t change that,
which is already,
so definitely free.
To know that fault lies only,
with ones little idea
called me.

To ponder for just a moment, the unknowable,
and then fully, let go.
To awake from slumber, not by words,
but by action, not show.

To approach the day with an expectant pledge.
To force that which is unmovable over the edge
with an unstoppable, undeniable force.
To realise it’s not you,
but the invisible,
God source.

To understand that to mend could only mean, something is broke
To laugh at the image and discard it
and remove
that illusory, human cloak.

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Life