bedside wonderings

the summer sun is slanting now into the horizon more deeply, the breathy sigh of the frolicking lover resting a little more deeply into the curves of the beloveds arms.  we are all settling towards the internal now, though we may yet to know it.  august draws to a close with the fanfare of a lazy month, waving a noisemaker, but slowly.  or perhaps that's just me, hazy as i am with these weeks of hashish and lovers.

i'm okay with that.

but aeray asked me yesterday, as we were in our deep sister drop-in, what are all these powerful men in my life about?  and i've thought about that a lot lately, being and observing myself in relation to them.  they are about so much, things i can see and things i can't, things that i know and ways that are inscrutable and mysterious, yet to be revealed.  kings and emperors, and i the eternal priestess.  it seems so much of this journey is my body and where it lays with whom, but there is more to be revealed, not the least to me.

that's at least an aspect of the crux with these epic men - the danger of suffusing into their journeys, and the invitation to fully actualize my own.  they are so powerful!  they have done so much!  they have molded the world with their will, by the energy of their fires, and their potency is a gift to me, to support my own becoming.  but i am such a kitty.  i just like the potency, i'd lay there in it all day.  but no, there is stuff to do, my stuff.  and now the time to do it.

so that's been the question for me these past two days as i've extracted my clarity consciousness from my indulgent transdimensionality - what am i here to do?  i'm not asking in the way of not being clear about that, but in the way of noticing how comfortably and easily i wander from my own actualization into the beds of beauties.  i'm so venus.

album.

ritual. 

lovesong project.

money.

art.

dance.

laughter.

support mama.

serve reality.

there, once more.  

for the eyes of all

and the souls of me.

 

love love love

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