For me, this time of the earth's orbit has infinite and surprising precious shades, purposes, and openings. I decline to follow any script about it, now, because it's asking me to seek the unknowing of what I may have come to think I know. How can I weave with what is already woven?
I must have raw yarn, I must have web that runs free.
The delicate, robust, palpable, unpredictable, resounding touchings between what we call "dark" and "light" for convenience's sake... well they shake, mesmerize, tenderize, mystify, and empower me. Here is one sudden, alighting-from-nowhere, first-hand experience of this corner of the year.
Written just now to a person of magic who you might miss because of their humility and subtlety.
Written to a person who embodies the precious and positive - the much-needed-now - dynamic power of the conscious wizard, the love-witch, the intuitive, the spirit-knower, the darklight, the door-knocker, the threshold-crosser, the eventual all-knower, and beyond that the all-releaser. Maybe you know someone like this. Maybe this part of humanness wants to dance through Hallowe'en~Samhain~All Saints~Dia de los Muertos, however you call this passage-time. I don't know. That's okay.
YOU ARE MAGICAL
you are magical
you are full of light
you are magical
you are full of light
inside you is all-light all directions
all flooded
all reflected
all bathed
all glimmer
all light with room for all dark
so not the piercing kind of light, the kind that banishes
no. the kind that can share a synchrony of quiet breaths
the kind that is like hummingbird family
viewing the world together from a silky hidden cup-nest
light, a gentle brush of hands
light, the long sigh of a wee child relaxing every limb
light, your subtle smile, a whisper
that forcelessly byspasses all stinginess all defences
and lights the light in me
that is the dark sweet light that comes
the light of the dark black night that comes
from the deep-space windows of your pupils
and the seas of your self
I must have raw yarn, I must have web that runs free.
The delicate, robust, palpable, unpredictable, resounding touchings between what we call "dark" and "light" for convenience's sake... well they shake, mesmerize, tenderize, mystify, and empower me. Here is one sudden, alighting-from-nowhere, first-hand experience of this corner of the year.
Written just now to a person of magic who you might miss because of their humility and subtlety.
Written to a person who embodies the precious and positive - the much-needed-now - dynamic power of the conscious wizard, the love-witch, the intuitive, the spirit-knower, the darklight, the door-knocker, the threshold-crosser, the eventual all-knower, and beyond that the all-releaser. Maybe you know someone like this. Maybe this part of humanness wants to dance through Hallowe'en~Samhain~All Saints~Dia de los Muertos, however you call this passage-time. I don't know. That's okay.
YOU ARE MAGICAL
you are magical
you are full of light
you are magical
you are full of light
inside you is all-light all directions
all flooded
all reflected
all bathed
all glimmer
all light with room for all dark
so not the piercing kind of light, the kind that banishes
no. the kind that can share a synchrony of quiet breaths
the kind that is like hummingbird family
viewing the world together from a silky hidden cup-nest
light, a gentle brush of hands
light, the long sigh of a wee child relaxing every limb
light, your subtle smile, a whisper
that forcelessly byspasses all stinginess all defences
and lights the light in me
that is the dark sweet light that comes
the light of the dark black night that comes
from the deep-space windows of your pupils
and the seas of your self
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