Robed and ready: She stands before me orange silk draped over exposed shoulders and cinched at the waist, the meeting point of heaven and earth. She is here to remind me. This I know as I breath her. Gold feathers move suggestively inward cradling, reassuring, nudging me toward the role I agreed to. On each gentle breath I travel inward. Past muscle and sinew into rushing water and the deafening beat against walls that contain it. I am at the center. The chord of life, paired and spinning defines the me of only moments ago. This I know. Reaching out, one finger touches the chord. It is transformed. I have found the key the door to harmony in coming times the magic charm of renewed devotion. I am home, I am safe and all is well in this center chord. But the click of the death beetle calls me to new life He shell has opened and the path the ancient ones have traveled is revealed. I must follow. This I know. For she is me me is we it is done we ARE one. jck
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 19:02:00 +0000