Destruction

The Letter

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Day Five

Today’s Prompt: You stumble upon a random letter on the path.

I found your letter

It said “To my Love”

You spoke tender, touching, words that took my breath

You pledged your undying faithfulness

You told of how your Soul was now completed, whole

You teased and sent my blood rushing, hinting at your desire

I was overcome by your frankness

Comforted, secured by your pledge

Breathless from your familiar, frank, intimate passion

Mind racing, possibilities, new horizons opening, mind-blowing

Love thought dead now aflame in me

Rushing to the climax

The salutation was marvelous, how will she close

My Heart

My heart she said

I soared, unbelieving yet freed on my Soul’s hallelujah

She did love, I had been foolish to doubt

She did see me and I am chosen, the One

I reeled, rejoiced, and rested in the knowledge that it had all been . . .

Worth it, the doubt, the pain, the blind faith

She loves . . .

P.S. I will tell him soon. Then we can finally be together . . .

Bitch! (Writer’s Commentary)

🙂 Be Groovy!

Afterthought – Diary – Bread

Primary Source (Audio)

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I need them not

Repelled by words

Theoretical formulations

Commentary, opinion, drivel

Conjecture about the man

I weary of opinion, reflection

I need to know

Want, require, I demand

The raw material from which the other flows

I need the Prophet not his disciples

I shall make my opinion

And It shall then make me

Reflections

Hall of mirrors

Damn it

Break it

See what remains

No longer image but source

Ashes (Audio)

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Silence – Seething – Stillness

Ashes – Grey and black fill the throat, choking off life.

Only barren, sterile, ache fills the chest.

The exquisite has abandoned me somewhere between pleasure and pain.

Now only numb, dull, persistent ache.

It is dumb, with no voice, no purpose.

Pain with no purpose is a cruel thing.

Exposed as foolish sears the flesh.  It dries and clings to the bone.

Even the victims triumph over me.  Yet even in all their droning they do not comprehend the wave that crashed over me.  They are right, but only about themselves.

They articulate their pain and their pain demands justice, rightly so.  But I am impotent.  I have no healing to give.  Only ashes.

Tears now, condensed like jelly.  They fill the throat.  They amass themselves behind the eyes, unable to exit the body.  It burns and steals life from me.

Eyes once filled with joy now lifeless.

Bitterness permeates life.  Not bitterness at life but the bitterness of life.

Nothing is sweet.  Joy has abandoned me.

All good seems foul to me, or perhaps it is I who fouls the good.

Laughter of friends and family and loves long-held are no comfort.  I cannot cling to them.

I recoil into the ashes. . . Into the silence.

I know not why.

Except perhaps there I have a voice.

A voice of mourning and terrible grief.

Spring Thaw (Audio)

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The wheel has turned again

Today I feel the warmth of the yellow sun touching my core.

A thaw has begun in me.

Deeds accomplished and those left undone remain unsettled

They tumble and scar the earth

Like boulders caught at the height of a raging spring melt

Dislodged from their former place

They create new landscapes, consequences, dangers, and opportunities

The shape of what will be is even now in flux

Hidden, submerged just beneath the surface of the icy watershed

Deed impacts deed

Choices merge and come apart

Slowly become existent on the material plane

Fabric of the future is woven in the present

Stitch by stitch, choice by choice

To speak or withhold a word

To act or to refrain

To move toward or away or to remain still

Choice will nudge, alter, shape the emergent pattern as it rises on a faint horizon

The pattern, specter-like, pulses

It phases in and out of focus

Each choice creates new potentialities

Myriad seemingly inconsequential decisions slowly coalesce

Becomes direction, an arrow pointing through time into tomorrow

Choices made attract similar deeds to themselves and repel unlike options

Fields begin to arise, increasing in strength

Thought becomes choice, becomes action, becomes habit, becomes character, becomes destiny

The thaw has begun

The melt is on

Soon the waters will subside

Choosing will be over for a season

And the new geography mapped

Chemistry – Feelings (Audio)

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Chemicals released

Rush, ride the red river

Seeking their home

Adrift, moved along the current, the pulsing rhythmic flow

Destiny dictates destination

Seeking their place, their reason

Empty spaces call out

Needing to be filled, fitted, finally whole

Need calls to need

Void longs for wholeness, for rest

Nearness excites, expands

Anticipation of consummation

Almost but not quite

Ecstasy, release, exquisite loss as two become one

Base matter transformed

Energy now rushing back to its source

Flesh now spirit soars free

Yet needing a tether, a link, a meaning

Feeling cataloged, sorted, processed

Needed to know

Dialectic now

Good – Bad, Happy – Sad, Yes – No, Less – More

To act, to refrain

To pursue, or retreat

To hide or to reveal all . . . . .

Longing to be naked and unashamed