Let’s imagine, and I realize that this will be a stretch for both of us to allow for this, yet, cut me a little slack before you cut me off completely…

Or not. It’s all good.

Let’s imagine that I, at this tender age, am at peak me…that I have, for myself and as far as I can determine such a thing, 

after many zigs and zags on the path to this moment…decades in the processes…

have never seen myself, my tic-toc time self, and the overarching—overall experiences—convulsions to this page…

any      clearer     than     right      now

and comprehend, in a perception gaze, how the entirety is woven so deftly, cleanly, majestically into the fabric of my humanity…

and that my fabric is, in itself, an element of a fabric still weaving elsewhere

…unseen…and, as yet, barely imaginable…

outward and forward elegantly…beyond and within simultaneously…in every direction

the light we call love

Imagine that’s you too…right now…that the light wants to be lit and let out to shine…in union…not in competition…

Just so you know…I’m more than OK with being a lit birthday candle among all the bigger wigs, I mean, unlit wicks that want to tower…

We may all be puddles of wax soon enough, at our own hands, if we don’t light up our own goodness and bring it kindly forth. I’ll melt with you. If that’s what you choose.

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