objectifior

A strange obsession or perhaps d j vu. Life flows easily, drinking martinis by the pool, finishing that old Russian novel, talking idly about Wittgenstein, CG Jung and libertarian economics, experiencing gender uncertainty with gusto. And that sudden pain, so soft. You are loved and you love. A miracle, the clock has stopped ticking. Minutes become centuries to become seconds. Space and time have vanished. Love, eternal, remains. A glass of Pommard and your minds wanders away, through the vineyards, the hills, the continents, the oceans, to dissolve itself. As your quest ends the Kingfisher greets you. You have found home. You submit willingly to a higher authority. Blue sky, a tender breeze and the glorious fragrance of lilies. A soul liberated. You kneel before your Saviour. And as you serve your mind clears. You fly. Love is here, finally!