Mystical mount

SOC Writing _ 7.7.21

Mystical mount

Climbed her – she wrought of mystical love – making – breaking codes, remaking the world – channelled through bodies but birthed by the soul – a human life – never before, never again - serves us right when we want to want – when our lot is to get out of the way and let love burn into flame – like the embers under hot wood – remember?! The way she broke through and didn’t ask permission to use your life for this greater life – what we do not know – what we can only say yes to – do we say yes?! An almighty storm above – trees - swept – rain torrents and the bull waves that mash my body in the morning light under your rapt gaze – I am happy in this life with you my love today, happy – fully inhabiting myself – fully in my experience and able to breath and be – a smile, a kiss - a cuddle – and a new creation as we map set list and wonder about public ritual – public love making – the gods that before us set a feast of monumental proportions – we gaze all agog at what might be ours – might be possible before wading through whatever personal shit might be in the way between us and this – this epic offering of life – LIFE bursting though as yet the page empties and I don’t know what’s left in me – in my hand, pen and mind – in the soul that is ever silent – wild creature startled – so gently, gently I go into the bush cradling my inner child – wanting to be led by the wild –wanting to provide meat – red and raw for my family – wanting to taste the heart and liver freshly from the kill – wanting blood on my hands – blood everywhere – not death – but life – cause life is everywhere – the writhing creature - ness of this unstoppable, ineffable – noetic piece called Matt Lamason and you Laura Joan.