And so it is, just as you said it would be; just as was prophesied. All that was needed was the right push - away. Not the way, I think not. I wonder...does it make you proud, to have fulfilled the false self? Are you happy...
or is the chasm widening again?
Sometimes I step aside and I watch me. Going on without you, whether full-force or just barely. And it's weird how thinking of you has gone from an all day everyday activity to a luxury I allow myself. From time to time and those times even then I can't tarry too long; it causes an odd sort of discontent. I just don't know...
was this the way it was supposed to turn out? beWILDered i am
But who the fuck cares? I at least am tired of being the only one who does. The one who would at one point, give anything to keep..this connection in my life. It was life to me. Never was I going to give it away without a fight.
finally though, i am tapping out. Oh and excuse the fuzzy pictures I'm projecting, but I'm a bit lost here. The north wind came and scattered some of those breadcrumbs and
and sometimes without you I lose my appetite...for all of it.
However
in the Flow
up the path
near the pool...everything the same, but it changes. This is the pregnant pause - before Magdalene births Isis.
The One you would do well to watch your emotional back around. She refuses your secret decoder ring, and wants her fancy tickled with nothing but communication that is direct...it gets her wet. Because she be that succubus that needs her thoughts penetrated by that will. Unafraid to demand and brooking no dissent.
She = All and Is-ness and Being and Feeling and Earth and Fire and Air and Water and...Steel. Blue.
Nothing new at all under the Sun...
Though she is something Nu. In fact, the prototype.
Yes little ole me. Finally, I see that.
Will you ever?
*sigh*
When are you going home?
Get into me.