I am just a messenger bringin ya somethin very fertile. I got seeds that wanna be sown. Whether the ground be fallow or rife with abundance is up to the individual. The listener...and eventually the participant - if they so choose. To engage in the dance. Leading and following the flow. I want that righteous exchange of energy, you know?
But no. For now, I remain solitary. Sometimes, fervently, feverishly wishing for my songbird of a feather. So we can sigh-sign-sing, and play together. Breath. Mudra. Play and sing, our voices ringing regardless of the weather. Like it's whatever. To/get/her..waltzing into the new. Not like it could...but as it should be. As above...
And you know the rest. If not then I suggest you unclog them (auric) pores so that you may receive.
Since I've been here I fear that...well...a question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy? Oooh Einstein, I feel you on that. Wondering - Am I making sense to anyone but I? Yes (I AM). I know you're there God, but it's me - Lisa; and I'm wondering just why...why my words seem to find only the hearing impaired. Just what the FUCK can they do with it?
*insert primal scream here*
*gazes into the Void*
Hello. Can you hear me now?
Shit. Shadow. Kali wanting to place her foot firmly on his chest and stomp. Or maybe just gently tap. Whatever it takes to get that heart chakra spinning properly. Circulating that divine knowledge of what it is to be...really BE with someone of divine choosing. Feel me?
Even if you don't I do.
I feel Lilith...serpentine and smooth. Wending my way through the moment. Amplified energy. Sixth sensing the everything and frustrated because you're not here but yet...you are. Here - heart-on collision. Impact felt in waves. I become the reservoir; no bottom; but still filled to overflowing. When I surrender I drown in all that is - we. I'm telling you...no hands. Love leaking all over the place. I wonder if these spasms will have a ripple effect. Is it digital? Or more analog. Plodding its way through the grid. So it hits you. BAM. Out of the blue and indigo and green.
I'd like to surprise you that way. I'd like a lot of things but then again - never.again. Two rejection letters are enough. Ego death ain't hardly pretty. I wrote out the abandonment and rejection clause in my life. Flipping this script and sending my love via universal post. Waiting patiently (and sometimes not) for another co-creator.
You know...like we used to be.
Don't get me wrong. No shade, because you brought the light. In your debt cause you wet me in the river of life. Dowsed me (2, verb). Through you I found my other half (which is me). Now I be eternally twisted. Caduceus. Physician healing herself and happily working on me so she can pass that good shit on. And on. And...
So if you can't see the way I can see(saw), it doesn't mean you're blind baby. To the fact of we. Just means you're looking in a different direction. As am I. Namaste. And now I can say with all truth...I'm ready for something more.
Gimme.
Posted by Lisa at October 11, 2007 01:13 AM