dis connect

ego nips the buds of free love

sometimes you meet someone and feel openly lustful (or soulful, to use the latest RSD terminology) towards them at first,
but as the plot thickens (may take only micro-seconds)
your face takes over your balls
and you lose that initial spark
that pure visceral connection
to some clingy, needy, self-deceptive BS
to a personal, face-bound drama,
a narcissistic narrative

ego nips love in its bud thus

face/ego/resistance/fear or whatever we call it
encrustates our essence and
keeps us buffered from the threat/challenge of sheer ecstasy
from further depths of experience
from forging novel connections

remember,
being real trumps it all
that state of being SPACE without FACE
transcending the masquerade

intersect

intercept
or, in effect, short-circuit
people’s BS loops
(when they, for ex, politely laugh
and respond to everything you say
in a predictable and ‘expected’ way
or
when they unwittingly assign and shoehorn you into a certain role
that feeds their dysfunctional patterns of self-sabotage,
confrontation, submission, etc.)
instead of responding in kind (=being sucked in) and reacting
just jolt them out of the loop
by leading the way and being light
by being relentlessly transparent and direct
bordering on the raw
by being PRESENT