Tenuous grip on "reality". Light. On my feet. Tightrope walking. Astrally stalking – him. By way of my dragonfly emissaries. Just checking in from up. Here, where the air is beyond fair and everything’s the same…yet different. You know?
Now is the time. No time really. Just one point. Vantage. Feminine curiosity got me looking back at fastly fading footsteps. Lot’s wife. Tossin salt over my shoulder; all the while realizing - this ain’t about luck or chance. Reveling in the not-knowing. Shit, maybe…but that don’t stop me from feeling all Cheshire. I got the aftertaste of cream on my tongue. I’m savoring and I’m smug, ‘cause hey – we made it. Out to see that sun.
before:
Ye ole crafty universe. I said, “I don’t need him; no one really.” You said, Wait. Insouciant child, it is MY will that you see the way. Whirled me like a dervish on that spit. Basting me in desiderati. And we’ve been here before but…I still don’t believe myself ready. Afraid. I squeezed my eyes shut and dived under the covers, but it’s too late. Lost soul now found. No more hiding. No control. NO. Stop. Pushing me and stay OUT of my head. Stop. Twisting my gut and forcing me to spew this emotive word vomit. Weak from lack of sleep and nourishment and so…wanton. Thrusting my hips against postdated memories. Haunted by insistent ghosts of what coulda…shoulda...woulda. Sweating and leaking guilt and slavish devotion to…him or you? I can’t tell anymore.
Blended divinity keeping me up days and nights thinking about the glory of...of. Damn. Indescribable. And I would die for this, but do not ask it of me because I want to live for mor(e). Crown chakra spinning so now I’m thinking…it’s the same thing, isn’t it? Holy water spilling from my eyes; as you bring me back. Over and over again until I get it. Take it in. Intake me. He. Thee. We. See the split, feel the sweet sorrow of parting, and kneel before this gift that I have given – the reunion. The mighty I AM.
And so it was. Forged in transformative fire and left in my corner to breathe. Prana. Exhale. Love. Now…peace be here. And I be still…but so alive and movin’. To a tune that not everyone can hear just yet. But patience...all in the fullness of time.
It's...all that is. Forreal.
Posted by Lisa at September 7, 2007 06:01 AM