Gone

Gone are the days where your gaze was nothing more than figments, talk and ideas. Now there is a depth and a realness I had not seen or felt before. Your voice drops, slows and quietens - there is nothing spectacular, nothing really to tell - just you figuring it out as the spiderwebs fall from your mouth. There is mystery here and beauty too - something stumbled upon that makes me gasp in wonder: When did love have the power to open and heal like in this moment? This moment where I get out of the way and become a conduit for exactly the divine love you need at this moment? The hands are resting, the eyes and black pupil to black pupil - we do this, one day of work after another, bird by bird. The trees are holding their leaves until you go - then everything will fall: houses, kingdoms - my pantry of delight as stocked by your leaving - and in your going you leave a space as beautiful as god. So I will kiss god and dress him in fine linen while the service goes on month after month after god ordained month. I would be lying to say I don’t fear something in the morass of this gulf - but I also love now - love is the bearing, the destination and the adventure. So heres to us, to our continued unfoldment - to letting love shine in and through us so we are more able to be it - be the love we already are. This morning the dark cycled up and through our third eyes then down - up and down - the black gowns draped over nubile flesh - and there is no game here now. We are left naked and unashamed at the end - glistening white and black in the early light where the birds hold court and chorus and the tea is steeping in all so strong a pot as you make. Good life - good god, goodness shall follow us all the days of our life because we are in this love - more than ever before - called - chosen - waiting and wait for each other in a fine boned apprehension. The rigour of these souls holds no fire against the brighter sight of the northern lights - a place we are both being called and drawn to - the arctic mothership calling us home.