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Into night's arms I fell, Graceful. Caressed by nothingness, By thousands of tiny fingers joyful for my arrival. Humble, Knowing it would happen , Floating to where you are, What you are, my twin, What I have always been. I knew this was my existence, And ours. Neck long, noose removed by generated wisdom, Extending into vastness, Embraced by waves of grace. I am choked out and hung by the lack of being, By the fullness of absolute nothingness. Purity. The presence of one million perfect ones Sharing space with me, And you, Joyful for the gift I was given, Tonight. Emptiness, It fills me like the pushing, vibrating Space within and around planets. The planets are my arms, And your legs, And you are my mind And I, your heart, Interchangeable, The utter blackness. It turns itself upside down Pouring light from every direction, Manipulating and freeing me to You. Feed me this sacred light, oh grace, And I will manifest the Ultimate. I am forever fortunate to have met you once ag

You are the beautiful night.   The sound of the dark waves   Rolling into the cave,   Filling it, pouring into its   Deep places, its desert places,   The farthest from man   And on top of, too.   You are the pumping, the   Echo I hear from my very   Own blood,   Streaming through this body   Giving life.   It is dark there,   In these veins.   Rich with red and blue,   A dark blue.  A blue so dark   It gives light.   Its essence is you.   Shine in me, blaze   In this jar.   Shatter it and build it again.   Oh keeper of my soul,   You are my dark love,   My richness of light at the core. stephanie l jordan-renz

If truth presented itself to me, I would drop this blindness I carry, And the centrifuge that is love Would separate out all that is useless And union would occur. Don't you see My heart aches to pump In your veins too And collide with the truth Which is ours? If you called to me from the depths, I would feel your echo reverberating In my darkest places, Tunneling out into the light of emptiness. And union would occur. Oh, have faith. For what you want is What I want. All is impermanent, Including these conventional illusions. Bring to yourself the spaciousness Which is ours. Live now and Let me love you. Don't disease yourself any further By running from what is true. You think you are free. Slave! Let the force that is love, Which rests at your core, Set you free. And union will occur. stephanie l jordan-renz

So you say, I love you today But will never be, My friend. What kind of heart is this, That wants only what pains it? And hides from what aids it? A slave to conception! Where is your joy? Rest in your desire, My friend. Let union occur. And your true self reveal. Do not fear. For, I do not cling to you. Desire without clinging does indeed exist, And brings you closer to the ultimate, My friend. A desire so rich, from the source, That it cannot be forced or coerced Into decipherable language. I cannot attach to it if I wanted to! A sacred gift, You do not see its worth. You see only arms wrapping tight And leeches sucking the life from you, A life's work being displaced. Let it suck the conventional, I say, To make room for the ultimate! And so I tread alongside you on your journey, Which looks like my journey too, And I get a clear message from The divine, That what we should be, Is One, My frie

I will smile at you when your Ego tries to find me, spitting out Intellect like a fish in love with water, Obsessed with gills, Maddened over its own flopping fins. You recognize me as a fish, And ask me to watch you Reach beyond consciousness, Arching and pumping out of the water and Pushing your intellect to the limit, Landing smack on your back, Eyes bulging. Your heart can't see past my shining scales. I watch in wonder. My heart slides across the surface. If I love you, I don't care about being hurt. Lay me down on the chopping board And I will still sing praises! Speak with your lizard tongue all you want. I will shake hands with you each time Your ego stretches out and reaches for me Like a boa constrictor, Lengthened, waiting to strangle, Your own ego. But, you are unable to find me, Because the intellect bumps land. And the fish dies. And so our hearts grow bigger. stephanie lorentzen-jordan

This radiant heart pumps in its Golden nest, with golden lines Of thread and dark blue beautiful veins Which circulate wisdom. Persistent yellow waves vibrate From the center, Keeping the heart connected By its movement to the sacred. The body is something like A cloud formation, Still and smooth and ephemeral. All layers have, with ease, been removed. The mind is there but is transformed. Calm and relaxed, Unattached and utterly in love And exhibiting love and giving love, Therefore, unconquerable and The essence of beginningless movement. It is all good. Nothing to fear Or move away from. To interject Would be blasphemy. Oh pure goodness, Thank you for holding me here Beyond time. May these arms wrap around you And nurture you forever more. Stephanie Lorentzen-Jordan