The Buddhahead | The Heart

In my ruminations I imagine... you are the Hot Oil that a blade is dipped into to temper the red hot steel to harden it yet right before it's in this state it's malleable I am the blade and can be shaped into a compassionate sword of true will a fine tempered blade of being now dip me in the oil of your desire I become one that has the compassion of an avatar the creative genius of mother nature it is of course only the wish... of a man who desires to live with his kindred spiral galaxy, you in harmony exploring existence together forever