bare spirit in communion

I would like to take your hand and communicate the absolute truth to you. I would like to sit with you and look each other in the eyes and be done with pretending once and for all. There is nothing more beautiful than bare spirit in communion. Nothing.

Bare spirit in communion is what these words are for. It's what everything is for. It's what my life and your life and everyone's life has ever been for. Did you think it was something else? Did you believe in a different purpose and chase after it like mad?

You can give that up now. All of it. You can give it up forever. You don't need it anymore. You've seen through it and you're all right. The pretending is over. That was not the real world. That was not the real you. Let them go. Move along.

The real you was never anything you could name or define. Whenever you tried, you fell short, and you had to keep at it. If you stopped, you disappeared. You were afraid to disappear. But the one who disappeared was not really who you are.

Is there any of that one left? Look me in the eyes and let's drop our final crumbs. We are not the ones who look. There is no one who looks. There is looking, but looking is doing it, not you and not me. You and me are fictitious, extra. The looking is enough.

You can exist that way now. You can drop all the noise and move into pure experience. It's been waiting for you from the start, enjoying your delays. It's the smile that happens when you aren't forcing one to. It's the look in your eyes when you aren't thinking "me".