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Ever
so still I lie, while lushness abounds, and senses ooze like
sumptuous fruits in a vibrant garden of eternal deliciousness. The
sun explodes into a million juicy treats waiting to be plucked,
tasted, and returned to their dance in sweet arrays. Swept away, as
delicate embrace sheds its skin for decadent sumptuousness, and I am
teased by the vastness of what I see. She is everywhere, wrapping
herself imperceptibly into every pore, invading with a tangible
warmth and tenderness that seethes with anticipation.
Such sweet embrace, such rare moments, such clarity, such
perfection, how could it be anything but the truth of all that is
and could be? To let go, I trust her, and my own evolution, to not,
I trust the words of a power that sickens me.
I dream only of my Divine and my Beloved, so vivid, that the masks
and suits of armor wither, revealing the rickety frames built of
such blissful ignorance. Shattered, I am left to stand naked before
what I know to be, what I hope to be, and what I have been told, is.
Something so perfect, so utterly awake to the Universe and the
consciousness that we all are, watching itself through every one of
our eyes, could only hold hands with vehement, blind rage, desiring
nothing other than complete destruction and obliteration of all it
knows itself to be. Nothing more. Nothing less. Perfect union.
Complete peace. Sheer, utter balance.
My desire always remains the same; to find those who resonate with
all that she reveals in whatever her form, to find expression
through mutual revelation of all I hope to be true, to awaken others
as I was awakened to a dream that is larger than any of us have ever
imagined or have simply forgotten. Wrapped in such humanness, we
have the power to reach beyond, to share that which is real, to love
and to be loved with complete surrender. Isn’t this all anyone ever
wants when all falls to nothing? I know I desire only love.
So here is my dream, my beacon, honest in its design, obvious in its
intent, hoping for nothing more than to know that others know of
such rare treats, of which few are privileged to taste, and the
majority are unaware. This is why this Church is, and what will
always be its only purpose and intent. It’s a window into a room in
my ever-changing house that I can peek into, that I can come to,
that I can find solace in when it all gets to be too much. Why would
I want it to be anything less than that? Idealist? That’s what my
dear friend John Morley said he loved most about me. And I could
never have known those words if this place never was. Because of
that, I feel such clarity.
Lastly, these words are for no one except myself and those who know
me to be them, simply because they are here. In that, I am
untouchable, clinging to nothing, smiling.
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