In the three days since I've been down this road the trees have begun to turn. So much can change in just a matter of days or in an instant. Who we are, what we do and how we evolve can all happen at any moment. Why then do we go about our lives believing otherwise?
We go about our lives pretending that being ok is good enough and even worth being grateful for. Instead of focusing on blessings and consecrating our lives in sacred ceremony we put one foot in front of the other and fall into mindless routine.
All along the way three days ago there was a languorous misty rain falling. Lots of birds flocking overhead migrating south with the weather change. All along the way I thought lovingly of how this route has entranced me for life. How delightful it is to be back.
Boundless energy and irrepresible joy fill my being with bold daring for the fate and destiny I careen towards. I am propelled forward by a raptuous sensuality that awaits. In tense anticipation and voluptuous expectation - I feel tingling ripples twanging tightly all over me.
I give free reign to the physical desire that drives my dementia. Reliving the sensual abandonment of previous torrid encounters. Willingly held hostage by my beloved thief of hearts. I am made aware of being vitally alive - that life is full of wonder and surprise, that hope brings possible probables.
As long as I have this sacred space I have a refuge for my soul and a haven to express my spirit. For succor and relief from pettiness and triviality. So I don't fall for the urge to sweat the small stuff. Taking my beloved self to distant realms, off to dream in pursuit of bold adventures, ineffable visions and heady interludes.
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