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The wind within the fire ... the whisper from the smoke... then the quiet of ashes ... Hierophant, Hermit, Fool, returning from unknown places, paused, pausing, to think of you, love, Love, LOVE, you, which/who/what took me out of from and placed me within where no TO existed, driving my mind to simply: Undo. Language, such a great love, quickly became a slave driver... Where from whence and thereafter awareness seemed an evil and oblivion the only bliss... To be WITH and IN without an OUT.

To be left-- alone-- in this body with this mind... for what?

Paused, Pausing... thinking of you, returning to the Union of IS, the RICHES of IS in unknown spaces, places which the I cannot reach again....

I have lost my defenses as insanity has left me and all of the fear excuses are failing me one by one.

There is no choice within this free will of mine. The irony of it all.

I am left standing and staring out in a stupified awe, still conscious despite my best efforts, unable to truly move or motion this way or that...

Pausing, but not forever paused.

When the winds have swept my ashes into the desert seas... When the final word has spoken through my fingers and I am freed... And the last rush of life has borne itself into the starry skies... When my soul is struck by the lightening of all that's been and all is all untied...

...When despite myself I am forgiven yet again... And I am hence untorn, unbound and all the earthly tears have dried... When my spirit's finally drown in the riches of the light in which all abides...

I....shall...be...free...