Pensively pensive, redundancy rules

In this moment, in this time that is now and forever

there is now
There is no space,
no measurement of what is or is not

there is no time,

No marking of something that is not or is
there is perpetual now,
and perpetual here

There is a thing, it does exist
it is like a glue of sorts
it holds the fabric of what is and is not together

You measure it in waves that ebb and flow
In storm driven tides that rush through and envelop
a spirit,

for eternity,

For the time that does not exist
for the space that is illusion
for the now that is perpetual

brilliantly blinding

We share it like a kiss,
This very fabric of existance
this thing that is all there really is

This love, never crushing in it's binding,
never judging, just bright beingness,
glue of the universe

This love that is all there really is....