The eternally manifested wave of sound vibration... in every mother, father, sister, brother the song of pure awareness sings through the star tetrahedron, the universal heart through infinite potential, we are every ascended master....

Our name is OOooooooooOHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
Migatanta-Ohm Aueia. Sirian son of the suns...
Num-yo-ho-ren-ge-kyo
Our time has just begun.
Greetings to you beautiful self.
We are one.

Lets hold each other deeply until we begin to remember.
Our vision is every where through every feeling in the all encompassing field.
There is no control, there is no need, there is no other reason than... to be, and to be is to yield.

I write with every desire, breaking every rule, dreaming to be inside you gripping every urge to laugh, live, play, smile and sing through the range of silence and stillness to inverted swan dives jumping from suspended trams into chasms... sharing extremely unadulterated and volatile moments of undeniable Phil-ness.

In the epicenter of every seduction that I share to shake you through sickness of savoring the sensual separation of self from center, we are that range.

I will dance and faint with you in Had-Rin Bay.
The sun will be shining and the water will feel like dream time in the eyes of every where, in the guise of sex, in the palms of the universal heart beat, in the lust for not seeing....

In the ultimate sense, I am... and I am is for being.
I am we... your strength and your weakness.
Your moral code, your betrayal, your division into sin, your unification melting shattered pieces of heart broken glass back into whole,
Into the beginning of every end.

Believe... solely in me.
I am is for being.
I am we,
Let the self cease deceiving.
The self is but a Sea connected to every Ocean.

Decide with the feeling.
Let emotion guide you through.
God, you feel so good. Feel it.
Calm the male mind and all its attempts to steal it.

Show me your love.
Show me your goddess.
Show me your scars, your failures, and every time you ever died trying to bite off more than you can chew.
Every death says,"I'm alive".
And every separation is simply untrue.

God, you feel so good.
The feeling stains my teeth, like red, red wine.
I see visions of the sunrise over Black Sea horizons from the shores of Mamaia.

Who cares anyway?
I do not aim to keep...
I do not aim to stay.
I sleep to be reborn,
To awaken from this vacation.

Stay and say the words...
"I believe"... in the "you are"..."in me".
Your anchor to time space and the state of homeostasis in this physical place.
We've been related... this remembrance takes time to experience pleasure and the fear of the potential for experiencing pain.

We are an eternal harvest of love that will in all ways sustain.
Feel me and suffer separation, love dilation, dizziness, lets climb Mt. Everest and jump into the sky.

There is never any reason not to try.
Reside in silence, days at a time.
Silence undoes the slavery of every meager merging of a dualastic mind.
Love is undefined.

Satiate.
Salivate.
Sooth.
Give me your sensation.
Give me your sexual surrender.
Give me your serendipitous succession of every next moment bent on impending intuition guiding light through concentration to the unraveling golden spiral producing thought into form, and form into manifestation.

Meditate with me underneath the Sea floor, underneath the moonlight sky, underneath hammerheads circling like vultures so that we can perceive the layers, the temperatures will change their colors.

Wear every day of time until the feeling expires, the feeling is all that binds...

To the shared rhythm... and to this... the first of its kind.