Everywhere you go and everyone you meet is always already who you’ve always ever been, and the question is, they ask the question for you as well-source, well-spring, well-being, dwellness how shall we be with life now, what shall we become? Shall we say, truly sweet beauty, tender and free for one and all, agelessly.
Aho; the sacred warrior climbs the tree of life, carrying your prayer between worlds; the azure artist dreams for all my relations.
To transcend the mandala, the veil of ontology, is to transcend all signs and symbols, states and statements. Being beyond their limits, to rake them up with you, as thou rise nightly to thine next heart from the advent of sundered minding. Creating the realm making anew from the vision from above, and calling this forth for all ontologies from underneath their tapestries, where you have both stood and flown abiding ever home. Unmoved causing because you can and shall and do see the wild rivers of your outpouring flow of life. So you carry these signatures with your heart to your heart, so as to free them to the truly unbound state also, by their dramatic ‘death and descent and thus truthful resurrection and ascension’. Thus they now belong to your broadest and deepest sensuality, a completely seasoned and thoroughly distragic and far sight more authentically comedic decency and dignity and delight and divine ecstases in and with and as all your activity of the whole ever joyfully growing loving worlds.