Sticky-thing love

There is deep love

a sticky-thick thing that’s been waiting for you

to open into it.

It asks nothing, requires nothing and promises only truth

it’s substance is substantive but not separate from anything

within or around you.

You’ve seen it. You’ve felt it. You’ve forgotten you know it.

You are it.

Open.

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