RB- Musing draft 1:
Only one month from stranger to strangeness.
From One moon to the next, comes such revelation.
From just too cold to swim my love, to dive into these blue pool eyes.
From campfire chorus to fairy circus.
From beyond bliss to remembering our 1st kiss.
From our very 1st sun kissed dawn across the sky to the other side, twilight morn, and every sublime hour in between ,
I have seen the coming , the knowing, the universe is showing me the way.
To strive each day to breathe life into every stray moment, and find that to do list and own it, and charter relaxation in the glimmering of idle,
and pass by the worry astride hot air balloon,
and grip the microphone of love and swoon,
pour honey on our kai, to start the day right, and hold hands in the rain and let love do what it might.
For we who be brave and bring down our walls. And for we who be brave and skip down the halls, and we who be brave and sing to the sky, and we who be brave to make love our battle cry, for we who be brave to stand side by side, naked of ego, clothing and greed. For we who can give to the other what they may need, in abundance share that which we cannot foresee, for we who give freely a view to the other, to lend ear and sight and raise up the other, for we are complementary and help the other to grow, for we are elementary, a crystalline matrix, a strong bond no less in the making.
I am sitting by the fire with a universe of creativity at my fingertips. Across from me there is a humming bird of a human, an electric eclectic ball of creative energy. The sparks that skim off the ideas that this force of nature creates is enough to ignite the coal seam desire buried deep in the earthen heart of this old tree laden earth. Imagine an Ent from Tolken’s lord of the rings. Giant ancient trees awakened by the promise of growth and light, water and seeds. Rallied to rise to defend beauty in all its forms.
This hummingbird is a human. She is a force of feminine she. A feminine feline she. A round, soft, smooth she. A musk honey, dripping lips she. She is hardened by the fires of orbit, learned by the moon, known in its cycles of full, waxing, waning, returning, glowing, lighting the way.
I see wallabies, paddymelons, joeys, nibbling the new shoots under the canopy sky and the gentle falling light of the feminine Luna. Her nourishment bringing all the creatures out of their hollows, their burrows, their logs.
Her light brings them into the open. Irresistible, without trepidation, she is an open door, a lightened window, she is a cool tile floor in a roman bath. She is the cool feeling when you press your cheek to the tiles in the height of summer. She is the cool breeze, she is the crystal flowing water and the gemstone creek that tumbles the rough into smooth.
This creek was once a volcano. Once there was turbulence and flame, there was destruction and danger. There was no chance of life or safety. Then the tides, the moon, the rains, the seasons came together and calmed the cracked earth.
She is the puzzle piece that fell down the lounge and now you can finally finish the picture. She is the impetus to dig deep and find hope, creation and a map to the future. She is simple in her happiness, calm in her decision, casual in the flexibility and on point with the organisation of the system. Admiration is a key word here.
Admiration like the milky way, visible, unknowable, untouchable, yet so close, known and unknown, the prefect balance.
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