My organic intelligence weaves a web of words for you to wander about. A way to know yourself through the mirror I Am. You. Showing me the path towards myself as we meander around one another. Carefully carefree in fields of friction and ease. You don’t have to say “please” it’s already yours. We take a deep breath knowing we exist. What animates us is this, respiration, the ebb and flow of spirit. Our evolution is spurred by mistakes. Mutations. May this annul your anxiety. I misspelled: “No worries, it’s all God”. A profundity in error.
If it’s true, it’s unerasable. Unavoidable. Unrelentingly tugging at the ruffles of your composure. No need to wonder about that. Everything is already changed because of you.
Your beating heart transmitting unerasable ripples that touch everything forever more. It’s a responsibility if there ever was one. A frequency you get to fine-tune with every movement. A waveform shaped like one hand waving at another hand waving, signaling a mutual acknowledgement of Being. A bandwidth expanding in accordance with your courage to be known.
I swim in the billowing ocean of it All, hands open, humming harmonies with everything I’m lucky enough to notice. I have noticed you ripple through me, and it moves me in every possible direction forever more.
Yvet Youssef 