
I open my arms and a flood pours out
I close them around you
In the place where once only echoes remained
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I open my arms and a flood pours out
I close them around you
In the place where once only echoes remained
I am listening to the latest episode of the podcast Binnall of America. It is a great interview with Paul Kimball. They have talked about the paranormal as an art form, the original effect of the Blair Witch project, and whether humanity as a species deserves to survive.
I have said before that true philosophical thought has migrated over time from religious thought to scientific thought and now, because it has not yet calcified, to paranormal thought. I had worried the passing of Mac Tonnies had removed a lot of the beautiful and true from paranormal thought.
Happily, I stand corrected.
Home.
Tenderness
Beauty
Sweeping away.
Like leaves
In the autumn wind
Worthy words.
Whispered
Entwined
Softest hand.
Love
Home
All in its place
Tumbling through the sky
Light blue
Holy stone of protection
Meet me here
Unseen
Talisman
Bringer of
Favor
One
Who calls me
Friend
In this light unnatural
Take my hand
Entwine
In the dust of this day
Hold me close
In this dust of many days
We are one
More vast by far than the oceans
More brilliant by far than the burning stars
I find you
And the blazing flame of your love
Turn.
Find the altar
I have fashioned for you there.
That flaming thing
On a silver tray
Is my heart
It burns for you.