SOC writing _ 16.9.21

Ritual

I want to make ritual with you, loose the glue – let go free the animal that wants to travel, must be free. I want you in the naked sense of our bodies wanting like they always have. I want freedom from us both – I want a galactic shuddering when our worlds’ re-unite – from the solid ground of our sovereignty – from the place of magic and the cauldron has been stirred - words uttered – stick and dead creates boiled and this elixir that we partake of will lead us on the way – the mission – the quest – that path that pants for us both. The road seen then not seen – the path always stretching ahead though you do not see it. I will see you afresh in delight – the new light – your singing face – neck crooning in the most delightful joy – of your lost-ness in the found musical form – I delight as I touch myself in my own private bar – shrouded by red glow and the perfect condom lamp ever. This season is ending – and I don’t want it too – so soon – like when blossoms come in their surprising beauty – but for not long – time always egging us to smell the roses at every point – not waste time chasing the dragon when the fire is beneath our noses – in our mouths – smoke of course – billowing out – not bogies – I love you – do you know that? Yes and more – want you – in the way the sea wants the shore - but also wants to move silently upon the depths. There is another doorway beckoning – a new revelation waiting just here – internally – in the place most hard to turn towards – here inside there is a door called life that has your name on it – will show you how to integrate all that pain and not transmit it to those you love – those you most care for. We are turning our faces again to this new conversation, turning up in the way that we do – which makes all the difference – the manner of our turning has great import on our destiny - life co-creating with us at each juncture – we make a thing of our lives with each passing moment – pulling from our past, sinking into our present – always informed by the never quite cresting wave that becomes our future. I love you.