In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown. And in between, there are doors. ― William Blake
Those who wish to enter this path must accept that they can never explain either to themselves or to others the mysterious inner unfolding that is taking them home.”
― Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee, Catching the Thread: Sufism, Dreamwork, and Jungian Psychology
Fear resists. Resistance thickens. Allow your veils to thin. Love glows through Autumn rind. Get hollow.
Wake up, let go of dream. Wake down, let go of mind. Be, through brittle leaves, sunlight. The grace of death will hold you almost weightless in your fall.
On the far side of your face is radiance. Don’t name it. On the far side of radiance, the un-created dark. Polish it with breathing.
And what is on the other side of emptiness? Your barefoot kiss upon the earth, a round green mallet in the gong of silence.
Penetrate each opposite until you touch the other’s axis, arriving at the tremor of genesis, shattering the Imperishable into purer fragments of itself.
A nipple of purple chanterelle, shivering upward in the mist. The vulva of a broken apple, bubbling in a sunbeam. Ferns remembering to bow.
Presence solidifies, for there is nothing else….
but this mud moment where it all began, which is where you stand, the stinging grass, the wetness.
And the things you know before you hear them; these are you and the reason you are in the world.
just as you are
rusty and dusty
a bit ragged
with that nagging cough
edges frayed and worn
a bit of dust is the stuff of life
dry bones beginning to breathe
be alert, that’s not chocolate under your fingernails…
check the room, don’t let the bedbugs bite…
but do let your out-dated arrogance go up in smoke
easily, so easily, let go your striving
remember life is but a dream within a dream
kiss me with the mouth with which you just voraciously ate rare meat –
that mouth you drank copious amounts of wine, with –
just kiss me thoroughly
let your carnal juices run and mingle with mine
don’t stop to wipe your sweat dripping onto my waiting skin
let me trust you
with my darkest secrets
and yes, please, do the same for me
let’s tell the stuff that make us squirm
let’s be completely uncomfortable together
leave the light on so I see all of your naked body
while you trace my stretch marks I will gently kiss your souls’ scars
we’ll lay all night in pools of our wetness
square in the middle of the circle of us
arms and legs intertwined and hearts entwined
until I am paralyzed with the beauty
I am learning everything I need to know in this world
the song of the whales as they ride the green and blue star filled waves
into the night sky of eternity
Bravo Amy Loyd, ✌️❣Annie