In Love, I am in inconscious love.

These eyes know the vastness of love, for the eyes move together, harnessed to apparent whim that is actually not coincidence, looking for a glimmer of recognition in the two oceans of our mutual reciprocity.

Paradox and Paradise appear, on the grounds that sometimes paragraphs carry more than verses, to be words that are from a common Source, sent here for you to hear.

Prose and poetry combine when words are wires that carry intentional energy from One to the empty battered cells, the batteries of long dishevelled ranks of lovers, on the edge of losing hope.

Conscious, subconscious, supraconscious, unconscious are words become meaningless to describe consciousness Itself, to describe the quantum connectivity that is your only hope of transactionally analysing non random karma.

What word can encompass our initiatives of unity, to unty the knots of deliberate non liberation of our common possibilities, enacted upon the governed masses over centuries of – our leaders’ freedom fighting?

Inconsciousness is the word, a new word to describe the limitless ocean of consciousness in which you swim like a fish in water. Your brain is not a generator of consciousness it is a receptor and a transmitter, like a cloud is a receiver and transmitter of water. The brain is a cloud of being.

Let your brain be blown higher over the mountain ranges of your hardened logic, let the convection current of your heartfelt passion lift you high on the thermal energy of Pure Faith into your own thundercloud, knowing that the yin-yang wings of your necessary duality can arch your hemispheres, together.

Become the lightning filled deluge of your birthrighted possibilities as Love releases you from the padded cell of your orthodox insecurity, to rain down relief finally into the yearning, arid reservoirs of your inner potentialities.

Be in love, be in inconscious love, for Love is the only reason that this Earth exists, consciously, turning in space, waiting in space, inviting an ethereal insurrection by emptying the space in you to say in your resurrecting conscience, “I love you”.

It’s what I did, once done, never to be undone. 🕉️

About Andrew Dettman

Counsellor, poet, cabbie, diction worker. Ministrant.
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2 Responses to In Love, I am in inconscious love.

  1. isabeltipple says:

    Thanks for today’s thought Andrew. It makes me pause and concentrate fully. It both touches the depths and the surface as I look to find my own words of expression. 🙏🏼

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