"On the 2nd of April I wrote:
What do you want of me other than joy, Beloved? What, if anything?
I love the sense of the Other – other in spirit and other in flesh. I ignite with it.
_Love rolls up inside me and flows outward. This love is passionate and beyond passionate. It brings tears to my eyes and a tightness in my throat as I want to cry out with love. Crying out for my Beloved who I have long ago lost inside myself. She emerges slowly, surely and dearly. _
She is Goddess and she is child, mother, male, female, all. I touch her face as I touch my Beloved Adam. She looks through his eyes at me and through my eyes in the mirror.
I slide past passion into moments of Being where words drop away and the Buddhist chant ‘Gate Gate Gate’ floats playfully around me. My ego won't allow much of a visit here but slowly my heart takes the reins and opens the sky to me.
This is such a sweet and painful journey. A journey of choice not mandate. I choose to be embodied. Why I choose to be such a doofus through most of it I don't know, but que sera sera!"
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