In taking a short respite from blogging I took the opportunity to entertain myself by rummaging through some of my streamer trunks filled with examples of my older writings. All those who know me best understand the excitement I relish in when it comes to my artistic flair with words. It truly is my sanctuary where I have the liberty to fully express and play with the formations that come. As I start listening more and more to those same friends cheering me on to write a book, I have decided to test the waters with an example of one of my favorite pieces I wrote a few years ago while questioning spirituality......Hard for me to imagine words like this coming from me now at this point in my life. Little rusty but i'm looking forward to channeling the creative energy once again. Hope you enjoy the piece as much as I did when I wrote it!!!!!!
My beautiful being. My perfect illustration of man. My illicit conquest with your perfect form and adorning eyes. How I wait for you to fill me with your all knowingness. Oh how I breathe in the breath of your holiness through the pores of your body. To be close to you, to smell you, to feel your touch upon my skin is to know God. How may one ever be normal after one has been graced by the hand of God. Seen by the eyes of God and known by the servant of God. Advised by the tongue of God. To lie in your wakeness is to be consumed by your majestic spiritualism. I want to lay in your presence for eternity. To pray to be your devout worshiper. To give thanks and praise to your magnificent self. I pay tribute to your beauty and strength of character.
Where did you go when I needed you most as my confidant? Where were you my blessed being? Why did you abandon me out of choice when I needed you most. When I needed you near. When I needed your touch, your stroke, your embrace. I cried and you did not come for me this time. I cried louder and you heard not. My sacred presence.....Why have you forsaken me? My perfect spiritual being I have left the door open but you have yet to walk through. You have abandon me when it was I who should have abandon you.
Oh great torturer; nomad of the plains. You have captured my longing heart in years time as well as my famishing sense of pride. Away with you and bless me with crisp surrenderance instead of ones hau`te arrogance. Quiet my wandering tempestuous mannerism with one cool eloquent brush of the hand. Take your turn to dance. Breathe softness into my form. Enrich me with your stroke, Breathe life into me. Awaken me once again to begin. Surrender. Surrender your sword into my heart and let me feel the burn of truth, of judgement and yes....resurrection.
Glide me across the floor like a bellowing heap, soft mounds reshaping into unfathomable remembrance. Elude me once more with your truth. Caste your glance into my eyes and say not, you love me. Rest your sword and for a moments time, once again I ask.....You share your ensemble wisdom. Breath life into me. Paddle my head with chimes of far off adventures, bliss charades of contentment and the bowing of ones innerself. Ask not for me to risk my soul in order to honor your good name. Ask not for me to know what song plays the rythmatic melody that teaches me to dance like so. Ask nothing and yes....Once again I ask for you to breathe life into me.
May I come to know your name. This nomad on a journey that shall be walked by none other. May I come to understand the meaning of the trickling elixir spread upon my lips. May I come not to question the severity of your sword as it pierces my flesh each surviving time and may I ask once again. As I often do. Breathe life into me. Fore without you there will be no sword to my truth.
~M
