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Crumbs of The Mind
Criticality
Long ago,
I looked into your eyes.
Clearly, for the first time,
I saw them.
And into them,
through them,
I saw your soul
(the one I already knew).
No barrier,
not even glass.
You are there.
With me.
Touching me, inside of me.
And I you.
We touch. No fear.
No pulling back.
Closer the touching,
nothing between us.
Borders crossing
beyond each other
to enclose part of the other.
Glimmers, flashes of white.
Criticality approaches
as the sky brightens,
casting light and shadow
on all below.
Falling into each other's eyes
and into each other.
Break free
or the soul will be lain bare
in the explosion of primal light.
Forward still,
words of another dimension,
one with no words,
and I tell you I love you.
No need.
Your soul has always known,
as has mine.
Hold my hand now.
This is it.
One soul
in to the supernova of
eternity.
Together again,
we are forever
transformed.
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