We try to look for God as if it's not already here appearing as these words and the one who's reading them.
Oh, my love! When will you see that you are the magnificence you are begging for in others? When will you see that the others you beg to are mere projections of your minds longing to vanish into the void of yourself?
Ah...but you know this! You are this twisted dehydrated seeker, yet simultaneously, you are the mother/father energy that quenches the thirst for more.
This need for more is a mere idea rooted in the illusion of time.
But you, my love, know
You are God now
You are Goddess now
You are the vacuum void and the orgasmic explosion of sound and light!
Yes, my love, You Are The Cats Meow!
No need to believe
That you and I have never seen a seam, I am merely the vast Sea singing unto itself.
I love you,