SOC Writing _ 29.12.21

Blinded

I was blinded by light - face sore from what I saw - what made me want to weep and wail - the loss of lost ones - the rain felt directly like I was it. All of my life has been a returning to the soul I was before I forgot everything. The returning to the weightless stuff - the bits of me far more significant than the life I built consciously for myself - to be myself. What will you do with your one wild and precious life than burn all the way through? The diamond is being cut and it hurts- the light shines in the prism and makes true the holographic resonance of my heart - this love is a colour I cannot see - this life is something other than just being - it is seeing in a way where all belongs - where every human and being is precious - is loved - by me. Not by God or some distant heaven - the pearly gates do not attract me - the saints do not call my name. I call my own- call out in the wild to the wild - the molten earth under this old forest has made a beauty I can always marvel at. We lie in the trunk of a tree and gaze upwards - gaze at each other - even as you ask - is our love too much for my family? It is - and it should be - an untethered loved - free, wild and shuddering in it’s aliveness - we make and create all the time - in temple and out and as I put my face towards your homeland to think creatively of ways and means - I come unstuck - come to me - be with me - our echoes of a soul that wants mostly to be in consummation when having met its match - having found a way to burn hotter and brighter - this is the sacred site - our love - a hill to die on - the world can let us go but we shall always find each other - once connected - never apart across what we call eternity is but a moment -  my hand planted firmly in yours - your wet body cradled in mine - this oceanic tempest will continue to rise and there is nothing we can do but say yes, and yes.