A wolf in the bushes. A deer in the clearing. I know you are looking at me because I too am the wolf.
You know I know, because you are me in my knowing. We are so quiet in our hiding, and yet the deer raises its head. You sprint to me now. Here our ever-loving, this sacred tragedy.
O beloved Ever-Creature, Will you chase me into Godliness, or into the end of It? I will chase you more– My precious enemy, again and again.
How fragile the leg that snaps, how ****** the neck torn. You slip and I catch you. I fight and we die together. The antlers today, the doe eye tomorrow. Forever this day, no matter the way.
We are the running, the forest, the hooves and fang. The twig that catches my leg, the corner that traps us. God is when I **** you. It is your teeth in my flesh, the tear in the widened eye– my precious thing, and then we do it all again.
A wolf in the bush. A deer in the clearing. You make no sound, but I know where you are. I lift my head and see you. I know you. I know you. I have always known you.
I think about what it would do to her. To call her: god. Divine majesty. Do not be afraid she says. And how we must be reminded every time...
When these creatures undress before us, and their form is an arrow sleeping in our gut. Our insides wrenching again and again each time we look. The more you worship, the more pain you know. Terror resides in the beauty of their form- a body we cannot understand. A body that is never wrong. And oh, how we can’t help but look.
For me, the moon is full and hanging behind my eyes. The wrenching and the writhing The moaning and pain It is sublime, unbearable transformation. Transmutable worship, transmutable horror-- Nourishment for a thing caught in its becoming.
You caught me in my becoming.
I am the dragon and the maiden it keeps. I am the mouth and the hand reaching inside it. Darkness and light begin to blur. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠.
Beyond the clouds of my mind, up above In the heavens of my heart therein lies the Love I seek.
My mind only knows how to endlessly seek for what it never intends on finding. For if it discovers what it seeks it will cease to have purpose and be silenced in the stillness of my peace. So I look towards the wisdom of my heart to guide me to remember what I could have not forgotten.
O God, may Your light of love and truth always shine through illuminating all the darkness and dispelling our ignorance too. You are the Only One That eternally shines by Its own infinite light and everything’s a reflection of Thy glory witnessed by divine sight. _______
From 'The Quatrains' ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Gentle waves of the beach caressing the shore, the sun sinking into the core, a known figure from my life's lore, stood afore, in this orange light this divine body, god's very own pottery appears in sight. Into each other's eyes we sunk, like our feet in the sand's chunks like a dip in the ocean in front of us.
His head supporting a hat His nose and ears Supporting blue goggles And hands blue gloves His torso and arms covered in blue shirt And legs in blue pants Feet fathoming blue shoes Sitting in style On the ground Resting his back against a tree trunk A blue blooded man Blessed with divinity Declares in baritone voice With his white beard flowing Human beings Not suffering life It's memory and imagination They suffer
Isn't memory and imagination life? What's life without Memory and imagination? A life in coma? A life in vegetative state? Memory and Imagination Attributes of life Without memory no time Without imagination no future Isn't it salvation? Good memories we enjoy Bad memories we may suffer Fantasizing we enjoy Fearful imaginations we may suffer You do not suffer life Bad memories and fearful imaginations Originate from nothing! Sala hum ko kab enlightenment ayega? (When will enlightenment come to me?)
Inspired by a video on YouTube by a Divine personality. You suffer life. You have bad memories. You have fearful imaginations. Because you suffered life. Pain and sufferings are part of life. You can't avoid them. However, continuance of suffering with bad memories and imaginations can be controlled and curbed by growing spiritually. IT'S ALWAYS LIFE WE SUFFER. WHETHER DUE TO PHYSICAL PAIN OR MISERIES, TRAGEDIES, TRAUMAS, MENTAL DISORDERS, OR MEMORY AND IMAGINATION.
starving to lick your wounds clean and fresh i really love you special and divine it is hard to swallow what seems to be knives sometimes we cry it’s casual ******* painful close and loving relief your heart beats with mine the pain that comes with our current residence unprecedented times get stronger as we age like wine pull me with you all i want is you with i