You are a companion to me. A friend. In true friendship, I come to you. There is no excuse for me wanting you. There is no wayward son. Not a thing that comes undone.
 
It is all but a reflection of the friendship of me. Shining in the creation of you, wild and free.
 
There are no boasts to send afloat on your own. Only reminders of the times I find you have your own mind to feel the breeze of the ocean on your back. Alive or dead, we do not dread, you and I. We seek the same messenger, the same device turns us on in the sky high. I am not your keeper, though some might say so, the force from which you come. I am the primary position, yes, but you and I are one.
 
There are no candles on your cake, no time in morning for you to awake, no night or shadow for you to fall. There is no sun or moon at all.
 
I am not your guide, you helpless being. I am not the one who fills your dreams. You and I are the bonded two, the billions of me that make up the you. There is no scorn, no sad forlorn, nor gaiety or pearly gate. There is no wanting, waiting, yearning, only sheer measure of purest state. From this we come, the you and I, the motionless place above the sky. Into the world, we both belong, my higher self and yours along. Like a friendship that never breaks, to experience life, we walk this place. Hand in hand, no cause for weather. The wind that blows is at our heels, the pain of sorrow we never feel. There is no gladness or deep regret. No escape is needed, we haven’t left. I am the one you call yourself. You think you’ve put that one upon a shelf.
 
But in the wisdom of fine creation, we’ve made a separate configuration. So individual we can be. You and I, we walk the streets. To tend to all who share this course, and speak with them a wise discourse. There is no greater need than this, the wonder of the world ~ to experience it. We learn to be our own true self, the one from which we come. There is no difference, only exploration. The adoration of a friendship lost in heaven’s mix, without a cost. We are as one, the greatest friends. There are no sins to make amends. Just be the one, the greatest son, and I will be the other brother. We stand together through thick and thin, this gang of us with such tough skin. Invincible. Incurably invincible, in the greatest feat, yet humbly caring to step our feet over sandy soil and fragile hearts so as not to blow a feather hard.
 
The beauty of this place we made, to care and tend and change and stay. I am not the one who tells you so. This, my friend, you already know.