Sublation Elation and Jubilation

[Guest guest]

If we were to wet with flow our poignant perceptions, perhaps we would begin to negate our own negation to make room within for such expansion that Spirit perceptions of exaltation would free our energy to welcome learning to live loved. Would that we imagine transforming directly from matter to some sort of flux energy like air, without needing to enter the continual flow within water cycles, perhaps we would miss the exaltation and elation neglecting spirit perceptions and interpretations. What are particles expanded and flowing, but a sort of formless like flow within a, grander than imagined, perception of magnanimity and benevolence? What is even solid dirt filled to immersion in liquid, except a more formless cooperation and harmony than any stick in the mud idea holding still for more constipated examination and inner aching agony?

We can strain even more to force a sort of diarrhea in order to ascend or transfigure, but this is like trying to skip right over being wet with Spirit, when upon sublation, we become a macro idea of a kindness fractal just to let go and truly flow again within the continual cycles of freedom and humility, just learning and growing within the harmony of ever-new joy; and isn't that what kindness and responsiveness truly are is continual compassion? Can we dig IT? Are we that poignancy, just another eddy in the current of timeless adventures, and without such arrogance would we ever get to sense appreciation when we transform with jubilation into the renewed freedom of loving without measuring with our guilty rulers?

Even these words may transform at any and every moment, but where would we ever really be without slowing-the-flow into solid ideas of ourselves like these very words without knowing deep down inside that we will become exalted at our own homecoming expansion into the true wet liquid sort of forever infinity that we sense all around us? What is light without our own darkness, and would that we become kinder still, does every shadow disappear simply at our gaze of love and forgiveness. Would we perceive each other simply as light, then, just flowing and responding like swarms of forever seeming resilient elation? Is there a place where time and space collapse into Oneness and nothing interferes as a sort of nuance or nuisance, and if we simply imagine we become love, would we have ever moved, really, or would we realize such stillness that stillness itself would welcome our ultimate cooperation?