I dared love once to show me the truth. Face me head on show me what the mettle of
love is and can be. It starts with the
wind. Always it starts with the
wind. The touch of that which cannot be seen
can only be felt. Always it caresses my skin pulling my mind towards you. I imagine your hands live in that space. As it ruffles my skirt and pulls at my hair. I turn towards it like a flower to the
sun. Thirsty for another breath of you
on my skin in my hair felt and not seen.
It seems at the oddest times you are in fact always there.
Never dare love to show you its face because it ends
up being your own ravaged by tears.
Always tears fall like rain in joy in sadness in grace in pain. The storms are the best with the drops of
rain and the whip of the wind. The build
is where the truth lies. . anticipation.
It brews slowly softly within to break its wrath across this plane. I feel the rise in me the instinct to meet
it. You can only survive that which you
bear yourself to brunt and even then it is merely a mercy that survival is possible.
It breaks open, shattered in bolts of lightning across the sky. The sky bleeds,
the earth feeds.
Elemental and sublime in the heart of knowledge I
remain complete in the hearth of my emptiness I surrender to defeat. A force of nature that has rend and set
asunder all earth, hell and heaven in a calamity of indisposed inevitable unbearable
music. The gnashing of teeth it’s
called, the lamenting, the unfulfilled moaning. We forget in chaos the Universe
was born. Only in chaos will such
marvels come into being. It lies in the clash. It lives in the fight. The push
for solidarity against the desire for union.
The will of destiny is the mating of chance and
karma. They dance around each other like pulses of violent intensity with
passionate disregard. They meet and
recoil, the joining painful, sweet, yielding, hard, impossible, inevitable. One
carries the light, the other bourn by the dark. Its completion that the space
calls for. Meeting of different ends to
form a cohesive whole.
What is born lives in the soulful coupling of two
never meant to meet but must know each other. The boundaries of commitment
unresolved, unrefined, primordial and absolute. As one sees the other hears, as
one inhales the other exhales, as one touches the other feels. The answer is
not clear, or spoken but felt. It moves
in the subconscious that causes the belly to pull, the heart to skip. A knowing
that has nothing to do with logical comprehension matching to identical
pairs. This is the way of nature filling
in what was left unfilled. For each open space there is matter to align
perfectly to it. Fingers lace, skin meets blends joined. Separation
an improbable and probable instance cursed to join in that moment and walk different
planes in all others.
Forever together, forever apart. Bound in the
endless dance of existence.
