illumine

i came to the incubation castle, this white shrine in the oak groves of ancient magic, with my heart in my hands as a brilliant gemstone, polished by years, glimmering magic, forged by fire, indestructible. i am one with the essence of all creation, for all creation is the essential one, no aye nada otra. perfection. the gifts of my anguish have been an ellucidation of my joys so translucent, opalescent, so vast in their boddhi universal tonality, that i revel and soar in this newly dawned sky as a raptor of ten thousand wings, brushing clear the stories of time with my grace. and for this, to the source i may come purified. i am renewed, the vestal virgin whose body is the principle of eternal generation. i am the temple and the priestess. we are the night sky in which all the stars may dance. gallaxies are woven in the spirals carved by my hands flowing in the open space of being, the universal song is the dance of my purity. sung through me, for me, with me, the symphonic of creation in love with its own art. and each are one note in the symphony. all the notes must sing if the symphony is to be full. the only silence is artistic silence, woven into the fabric of the creation by intent of grace. there is no hiding unless it is ones part to hide. all the devils will out to play round the fire this night, and the boughs of ancient trees will whip with mad abandon in the cleansing wind of god's laughter, breaking the starlight into grand patterns as it filters down through the boughs to the wondering eyes of the wild creatures. is it really that mythic? yes. your body in my arms is the folding of great rivers into my open heart, the hearth on which i will set your glass and pour into it my essence. amrita, the gift. drink from me, for i am the fountain. into this union i dive as that great shining raptor, sinewy through the open air, intent. it is the joyous plunge into silky emerald waves of the caress of renewal consciousness. we are each the fountain of eternal life, the tree of life, the garden of eden. we must feast on each others fruit to fulfill the vision of original delineation. for why to separate from eternity if not for the pleasure of communion? in all these ways, we serve. how we commune is a constant choice of attenuation. what am i creating by this communion? what am i writing into the akashic records by this choice? revel in all choices. wisdom is attention. this is freedom