The veracity of this moment relies upon the truth of you. You who have filled me to the brim with all your dreams and hopes. Reaching out to me with a complete lack of guile, or deception of any sort, leaving me balanced on this pin point of eternity. A place where time stops and there is no place at all.
The gift of you set me upon the fire and I am burning with the desire to be me, to find within myself the purity and innocence of you. To become consecrated by the belief that I can be as clear as the light calling the lotus to rise up from the darkness and the earth to rise green from the very depths of her own being.
Consumed, everything burned away except my essence, I rise like steam above a teapot brewing divine ambrosia.
Look at me! Pass your hand through me! Inhale me!
Clarified and set free, the gift of you gave me, me.
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