Thine

I stepped through it… guarded footsteps sliding through the grey-black, filmy veil –
Wordless, breath in slow reverse, heart drumming to soul dancing… A meeting of self, and… Spirit…
It was a dream I’d tried to capture for a thousand celestial moons –
Drag with me through the hazy, fuzzy, viridian fog of moonlight visions becoming mourning evaporations –
Mirrored in sleepy pupils; Achromatic soft skeletons, too flimsy to contain such an exquisite rapture
This dimension of infinite softness, like an angels wings, wispy unfurlings, come to cloak me in myself…
The sempiternal knowledge that…

-Truth is not a fact. It is a theory, born from a singular experiencer of an experience –

An undreamt treasure; The supercelestial recognizing that this is the circular essence of my being –

And

All Roads Lead To Home…

And eventually all human matter falls away –
Skin from bones, blood from veins, mind from brain, breath from lungs…
Ashes in the bittersweet wind; a molasses spiral toward heaven, gossamer flakes of what will become –
And what has been…
A metal circle in spiral –
This unyielding cage spitting time into softness where our bones finally rest, as the metamorphosis begins –
A dilution… of errors, grievances, harms, all shades of weariness and corruption –
These things have gone, carried away in gentle arms of the compassionate weeping; dahlia archangels
Carried away, over the river of tranquility by graceful Luna moths fluttering; Hush… hush…
Let the sky cry with the brokenhearted. Let its thunder drown their pain.
Let it all fall away
Look into your own eyes, witness the unfolding of your rusted mysteries, of your silvery starlight…
Come to me my sweetness, my darling, my beauty –
Imperfect perfection
Perfect imperfection
Jeweled adornment bursting into hypnotizing flame, rutilant wildfire; Myself… Spirit… united… Thyself –
Thine
This undreamt heaven a silky, pillowy kiss, nuzzling my heart to beat, urging my withered eyes to dream…
The mechanics, a blueprint not necessary so much as the will to open the triangular doors of the soul
Let heavens filament in… its gentle, silvery strings wrapping round your being…
To transcend
To birth new breath
To inspire new stars
To whisper against your ear, like a lovely lover
This… is yours… who you are when the membrane is pulled away…
When all cartilage between light and shadow tears, fractures, to repair the brutal dissection of yin and yang
Diaphanous, celestial fusion becomes, is all, tangible and intangible –
A fragrant abstract… consummated into

Wholeness

Ever yours, despite distance and dimensions