reasonable silence

i've been more concerned with experience than words. i'm ruled by my senses...the touch, feel, taste of things.

when i'm thrust into something new, i have to feel my way through. my capabilities for speech are diminished during the adjustment period.

i have only been able to write enough to achieve understanding of the reasons that i am not writing--if that makes sense.

my exposure to him is probably a factor as well.
our experience of each other is largely one of pure sensory overload. his presence is catalytic...

among other things.

the moon is waxing. seeds are growing.
hope you've got a bountiful harvest to celebrate once she's full.

the goddess & her consort

this vision will haunt me until i can put it into words.

a blink, the space between an inhale and an exhale...
all are enough to bring it back to me.

but what can words really say?
there are volumes about this already.

no wonder enlightenment
(i.e., reproductive rights to the experience of divine union)
is such big business
there is no other way to know it
except to know it.

just the promise of a dream of a taste will have you selling your soul for more.

your adoration is the reason i can translate kundalini's hiss.

i am willing to speak the words
that become the images you create
if you swear loyalty to our union.

we are selfish.
we are indulgent.
we are dangerous.

that is why the west has tried to remove us from memory.

it has not worked.

we remember
we converse.
we build.
we touch.
we create.
we love.

nothing else matters.


~to be continued~