Black Water

I stared at this for a long time.

The moon moved around me

The cold crept in my fingers

Misty breath clouding my vision,

But I was lost in rapture.

The shadows are,

Hypnotic.

Like wolves running through a dark forest, on their way to a kill. 

Like children playing in the wood. 

Jumping out at each other. 

Practicing badness.

So many faces.... 

so many creatures. 

The water holds it all. 

The dark realms, and the light. 

All of the dimension were in...

North, south, east and west. 

And she keeps flowing. Moving, giving, coming back for more. 

When I was young I would always have this vision, this feeling

Of black sticks, and shadows covering me.

I could rise out of it so easily then.

It was the maya.

Textured. Colored. Alive. 

Funny thing is.... now.... I like it.

In a single breath it becomes me,

And I become it. 

Pure potential. 

That familiar feeling of weight,

Gives way in breath... 

The geometry is never "in stone" for long. 

The chaos is a purposeful right of passage. A giving way. 

To an orgasmic explosion 

A universal truth

Of light. 

Now watch, 

and let the chips fall where they may. 

What's so wrong with distortion? 

What's so bad about imperfection? 

What's so gross about power?

And hunger

And greed

And deceit? 

Nothing. Nothing at all. 

Feeling all of the desires. 

Because, Being human is so insanely beautiful. 

I'm done pretending that it's not. 

It's not love and light babe,

It's alchemy in a dark room.

On a cold night. 

With a small fire. 

If the light isn't available, we sacrifice a fear we've been holding... and watch it become fuel. 

This is the truest magic.