You
know,
White Heat
At first looks cold
But it is Bold
And very Old
O
I have so much
Love
I need to give
By
Love
Only do
I
Live,
So
Let me pour it
Out on you
Oh, one of shining
precious
Few
Now for you this
Love
My caring, daring dove
I Love you as no other
Mother, Lover, Brother
Can - For I
Love
You
As
I Am
*


... oh, by the way, just had another thing coming up, (I don't know why this happens with you, it usually doesn't with other people ...), okay, it has to do with archangel michael, electric blue light, merlin, druids, and excalibur ...

You just gave chills, lol
What a wonderful and insightful thing to say!























~ I thought you'd be interested, in light of our references to the experiences of mystics, that the 'White Heat' analogy I used (like the magnitude of stars) was used by a poet long before me, who's works I had never read prior to my arrival in the US (1995). I bought a little book of Emily Dickinson's poems in '96...and was blown away when I read this:


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