Who is this lady that I love? I get the feeling that if I truly saw her for what she was, I would be more apt to worship her than to love her.
Sound strange? Yeah, it does.
Today I took a shower, and I was talking to her in my mind. I told her that I have had many lovers, I think... many spirit lovers at least. But then I started thinking... what if SHE was the only one I really had?
Which honestly is fine by me.
But why the deception? Again, the first paragraph...
What if there was a part of me that was as awe inspiring as her, and that we were indeed lovers... if I were her I would probably do the same with regards to me. The lover across the veil, the secret lover, the holy guardian angel, the scarlet woman of my soul...
Hmm.
So I was in the shower, and I said, "If you keep leaving me and toying with me, then step off."
I immediately felt as if I had hurt her.
Reallllllllllllll smooth brother, real smooth. Not my wish to hurt her at all.
I think she knew this, but still... I stung her and that is shameful in my book.
I said, ok... if you're the only lover I've had in spirit, then how will I know?
She said, "Look up!".
I did, nothing there but a wet, painted white ceiling.
"This is bullshit, I'm parroting myself." I thought.
I get out of the shower, dry off, do my thing... get the phone out and call a friend to tell them something funny that had happened earlier today.
As I was talking, the air shut off, and the very same moment my smoke detector went off in the hall.
I said, "The power just went off." To my friend.
I took the smoke detector down, took the battery out, let it reset, put it back in...
*Beep! Beep!*
Wait... it's a battery, phone's working... power can't be off.
Took battery out.
Then I remembered...
*She said, "Look up!"*
That moment, lol. Flashback to when I challenged her in a previous post and my car wouldn't start.
Confused. And yet, not confused...
This song came on the radio and I thought it was just about perfect:
Interesting thing this morning after writing this last night... I woke up after heavy dreams this morning, and I had something on my lips, "Beloved, it is not that we are as two wolves circling for power... we are as fire to incense: As the fire receedes after the lighting and is extinguished, the room fills."
ReplyDeleteI'm going to go for a walk and ponder this.