| A Lunar one behind us now, and a Solar one to follow. We are in the corridor of light and shadow. Abide the subtle passioning of this heart's beating, my lips part to horizon. The music of violins fill the room. I am whirling now, each night when I sit for you. Overwhelmed, crying out with the same tension and quivering that this woeful instrument sings. What release is given, then to fall into the throes of your ready ecstasy. My one true love, neither elusive or able to be possessed. I yield to nothing but you. This Valentines, filled with such vulnerability, calm and sweetness.. Was a healing of the Masculine this winter; Men as no longer do I resist them. Fear them. Loathe them. They are beautiful creatures, a mixture of strength and sensitivity, different than a woman's. Their bodies like the trunk of trees that remain rooted to this pregnant earth. I see the Masculine in the earth now finally... after all these years. How their roots dig into us in search of nutrients. And I give it away freely, my admiration for them. It is no longer my nectar they prowl. Instead they seek for grace. And to that I owe, you. Faceless, the pulse of my existence. I have become the disciple of Rumi's scripture. Mad, driven to abandon by you. Let my mouth and heart widen to the rapture of your divinity as it ropes and sinks into the pillars of chaste. Behold, the feminine and masculine eclipsed for a day. |
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