A Dance of Impossibilities

Creation is
the art
of the possible
Art is
the creation
of the impossible

The young bodysculptress
standing on her head
a stance of impossibility
revealing her naked lotus
and her fields of bounty

I touch her
as her young lover
looks upon me
wondering
why is she doing this?

To show it is possible!

She is
the womb of creation
veiling
impossible possibilities

I am
the voice of choice
unveiling
possible impossibilities

Body goddess
I penetrate you
I chain you
with the rod of God

Lord of word
I yield to you
I offer you
the womb of doom

Possibilities becoming
the sum of all possibilities
plus one
the possibility
of being all impossibilities
at once

Possibilities becoming
the sum of all choices
plus one
the choice not
to chose

What is left
when possibilities and choice
become one?
When no possibility is denied
and no choice is made?

Superconscious consciousness
contemplating
impossible possibilities
time and space suspended
Everything unfolding
NOW
every possible and impossible possibility
recognized in an instant
by the nameless One

Wondering
'Who will I become
if I yield to the deep
forget timelessness
and face the moment?
Then it will truly be revealed
who I am
and what I love'

'What is love?'
the object of wonder cries
Fiery passion
surging from below
'You cannot fool me now
because I know you'
The ecstasy of union
embracing the all

Teach me about love!

Love is a mystery
Love is creation

Teach me about love!

Love is the secret number
that birthed the universe

What is the number?

The number is two!

Teach me about love!

Love is
a dance of impossibilities
But it takes two to tango
It takes two to tangle
It takes two to reveal the one

Teach me about love!

Love is
accepting limitations
in order
to reveal
who you are

Love is
recognizing
that creation
requires unity
one cannot manifest
two contradictory ideas
at the same time

Love is
the law of creation
knowing who you are
recognizing why you made your choices
Understanding the necessity
of sacrificing unlimited freedom
if you whish
to be seen

Not choosing
Is the path of the East
Embracing all things possible
is the path of the West
Unifying East and West
must be the path of the World

Love IS
The choiceless choice

by Rolf Jackson

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