to love you
time is moving slow enough to allow me space for clarity and rest.
it is a late hour once again, but tomorrow i will sleep like a kitten in the sun when the slumbering winds lull me, to the realms of sleeping fairies. to sleep is to dream, and to dream is to touch the truth deeply, to remember lives weaved with messages, the eternal nature of my higher existence beyond interpretation of form in this strange matrix, sharing a joy and awe of being, that is ever-present that no dark agenda can touch. to believe, to define, and to fear, is null and void. to be free of all that negates the openness of the atmosphere that is your inner cathedral, to decorate and design as you wish, deep red silk window drapes, the sounds of angelic grace, reverberating throughout, secret rooms romantic rooms, with one hundred twenty year old white wines and a passionate weaving of messages, it's a delicate art, and as simple as maintaining the wisdom of fluid breath, to imagine it reaching and singing always in devotion to the sacred presence, the journey of this lifetime. to remember the soft olive-peach skin of my child self, long eyelashes, resting on her pillow, into clouds she drifted with a most alluring calm, pure reveling in simply being.
it is refreshing to witness my thoughts mirrored back to me. though the way that i communicate with myself can be harsh and tragic, my thoughtforms are also sensual, eloquent, and tender, a true delight and important ritual of self respect. the poetic voice. to reflect on the inner world in a spiritually free manner , to allow the sensual, operatic fire often concealed sides of me to trickle out in a written language echoed throughout the inner temple. to traverse beyond limiting ideologies, and to embrace the sultry and raw. hot and gorgeous. therefore now i will indulge in these sensations, this strange, desire for her. completely innappropriate. we would leave to the quiet room, and share a bottle of red wine. I would become someone I am meeting for the first time, but who is also completely familiar and known. who knew you were coming, to open the sky. I have been handed a gift tied with a lily-colored ribbon, this overpowering feeling, to mold like clay and sculpt as I wish. and I will gracefully give you the gift of my mysterious appreciation. with full desire, and no desire at all.
it is a late hour once again, but tomorrow i will sleep like a kitten in the sun when the slumbering winds lull me, to the realms of sleeping fairies. to sleep is to dream, and to dream is to touch the truth deeply, to remember lives weaved with messages, the eternal nature of my higher existence beyond interpretation of form in this strange matrix, sharing a joy and awe of being, that is ever-present that no dark agenda can touch. to believe, to define, and to fear, is null and void. to be free of all that negates the openness of the atmosphere that is your inner cathedral, to decorate and design as you wish, deep red silk window drapes, the sounds of angelic grace, reverberating throughout, secret rooms romantic rooms, with one hundred twenty year old white wines and a passionate weaving of messages, it's a delicate art, and as simple as maintaining the wisdom of fluid breath, to imagine it reaching and singing always in devotion to the sacred presence, the journey of this lifetime. to remember the soft olive-peach skin of my child self, long eyelashes, resting on her pillow, into clouds she drifted with a most alluring calm, pure reveling in simply being.
it is refreshing to witness my thoughts mirrored back to me. though the way that i communicate with myself can be harsh and tragic, my thoughtforms are also sensual, eloquent, and tender, a true delight and important ritual of self respect. the poetic voice. to reflect on the inner world in a spiritually free manner , to allow the sensual, operatic fire often concealed sides of me to trickle out in a written language echoed throughout the inner temple. to traverse beyond limiting ideologies, and to embrace the sultry and raw. hot and gorgeous. therefore now i will indulge in these sensations, this strange, desire for her. completely innappropriate. we would leave to the quiet room, and share a bottle of red wine. I would become someone I am meeting for the first time, but who is also completely familiar and known. who knew you were coming, to open the sky. I have been handed a gift tied with a lily-colored ribbon, this overpowering feeling, to mold like clay and sculpt as I wish. and I will gracefully give you the gift of my mysterious appreciation. with full desire, and no desire at all.