Montauk

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

not every precipice is one of danger, sometimes the edge simply dissolves into a moment we remember, kept safe and treasured, though the reasons for being led there may have been of pain or sadness, the second He kept you from falling off is the instant of reminder: what it felt like being whole again, "Déjà vu" - not a chain from the past, rather an anchor for Tomorrow where what we've long sought He lets fall into our lap. 

i've pretty much hated every epoch of my life that was absent your presence, absent knowledge of your wayfaring, absent the halfness that you've been the only one to ever cause whole ignition of, or reproduce us as perfectly as a Mirror would. but we know my stance on time and distance, enemies and challenges mine, prisons to be defeated and torn down, but only with patience and aiming for His acceptance, it's the only road holding success and completion at its end.

from just over a month back, a few lines reminiscent of something worth placing in a piece about that moment of June 3rd, defining in simplicity references of each self to the other: 

he, her Spark, and she, his Muse, what a pair they make. he looked inside himself and found her the color of his blood, while she looked up at the sky and found him the color of her sunlight.

here's to a dawn that the Sunrise and Sunset can share for their first time, and forever onward after that, ameen. 

 

perhaps you know this, but my reaching for that Garden never ends, just so i might have the chance to show you the best and most beautiful of anything created or fathomed. 'tis one life we have before Judgment, may as well aim for the highest point and see what He lets us find.