SOC Writing _ 10.5.21

We’ve still got time

Time waits for no one and time is on my side. Your side of gold – my side of sea – sea wards the back of me feels the back of you – edging in closer – but still so far way. What is the rain bringing – its soft, stealth in the night - its mist in the day light – the frightful wet fullness over time that wakes up all the creatures – pulls unto itself the very life force we both seek. Seekers of sun and adventure - of the obelisk stone that must remain and mark the land of old. Obelix took it upon his shoulders with the magic of a druid and shamed the Romans – but what rocks do I still carry from my ancestor’s pain? My father did not seem to understand my load – it was painted to me as a curse - but perhaps its my birth right? Maybe the weight is a sign of quality like good speakers – like quality anything – has amplitude – has heft and yet grace. The load I bear is folly to the world but the engine room of my soul. I’ll wait a while longer before setting it down – may show it to you in its full strength – down by the river, down by the sea – seems to be where my burdens ungird themselves and for moments the great sadness can alight upon the waves and in that undoing I can surrender into the wide void of sky, birds and moonscape. I only wonder what burdens you carry? How light you are or dense? This destiny, density is a fascination for me – do you in some way complete my pieces  - make sense of what my heart carries? It seems you do – and not knowing is all the fun – so it shall be fun and a joy to wait and wait – and discover everything – nothing - the pause and movement  - the symphony of souls in a quartet – you, me and divinity dancing around in a whirling dervish – the completeness of three - the third force arising - thinking that all we had was a simple cupboard - when inside was magic herself.