One of the most beautiful, bittersweet things I’ve read in a long time….
A lovely UK-based friend of mine is searching for a Good Samaritan who helped her out this week… an Angel of the North(-East), indeed… a marvellous story.
'RENAISSANCE' The solar mother smiles On the shimmering surface. The darkest hour: Obliterated now. Days of below & beyond: Completed now. I resurface In the sun.
Inspired by a conversation with the excellent Amanda Lyle: "THE TRAVELLER" Comfy in kaftan? It's Astral Projection time. The Traveller smiles. All is One is All. Existence Precedes Essence? Theosophy's Rules. And so it begins. Tourist at the speed of soul? Via Lacteae. They pass all as one: Each a sun to its children. Every Star is Yours. The sweet, primal hum Of the sweet, hugging Cosmos. Powerful; gentle. To the Hub and back: Twenty-six thousand light-years In half a heartbeat. Slowing to silence. Transparent to Transcendence. Earth-fall is achieved.
Keeping the mask on? It's proving most difficult. Slipping far too fast. But honesty's good. So perhaps it's for the best? I really hope so. I feel the mask's off. So thank-you for listening. Honesty? It works.
It hurts yet again. So was my heart born broken? I start to think so. I must shut my mouth It's sounding like self-pity. Get it together! Feeling too deeply? The curse of my condition. It is what it is.
I would rather blog. I'm doomed. Back-breaking backlog! I want my WordPress.
For my non-blogging friend, Miss L.: Listen... just listen. Can you hear the Siren's song? Sweet, yet sinister. Time and time again. The Siren's fucked you over. And now it's your turn. Just don't get too close. Try to be "Ulysses Max" Hit that Siren hard. Self-respect's a sword: Blade of Personality. Slice with all your might. You've such a big heart. And you've touched so many souls: They're lucky people. You've much more to give. I want to see it achieved. You'll survive -- and thrive! You've won... so relax. Sit back, then give compassion To those who need it.
Thanks to the charming blogger raynotbradbury for the inspiration. Not sure if this is bittersweet or maudlin... it's not for me to say, I suppose! 'THE SAD WULF' Looking at myself The image is clear as glass: I am the sad wulf. I'm not typical. A wulf is predatory? Vicious by nature? I possess no bite. Self-interest eludes me. It's both good and bad. My eyes show cunning But it's a foxy disguise. I'm toothless; clueless. I don't stir the shit. No devious aggression. Quite dull, you'll agree? Plans? I'm no master. More like Wile E. Coyote: My schemes self-destruct. I chew the failure Then curl up into a ball. The silly, sad wulf.