Burn the sky

SOC Writing _ 10.9.21

Burn the sky

Red, blue, burning, burning all the way through – the way to get to the other side is through – this cosmic gauntlet a narrow place of intensity that you called in – you needed and now the deed is done and you’ve ended up the other side – the dark and light all penetrating you at once – no wonder you were in such travail - but upon the morning and the rest of the day she is at ease - you are at ease as if some great burden has fallen soft off your shoulder – twice, thrice you meet her at the café - wanting to be in her presence – joyful to meet her in this – the new ground – yet untouched – this cannot be jinxed even as you wake up again with ease and joy – ease and a lightness of being indescribable. Write this – and that – follow the contours of the cards – let yourself be taken by the spirits stream where it leads – it no longer matters that you think, or plan – what was – has left – the grief – the tears a cleansing as you hold hands and I meet you in both in the depths and here in these human bodies. I love you. It’s plain to me - plainer now that I don’t feel weighed with obligations of my own and yours - the sense that we meet now as before because we must and because we choose to step one foot at a time into the beauty of life in front us. Who know where we are going but I hazard a guess its to good places, with good people, each doing our good work and meeting up to share a cigarette and share our ever connected adventures.