Chapter Eleven.

The Barrier of Uncertainty dashes the might of my magic, and boomerangs my desire for her back to me as a blinding storm of lightning.
Ah, such impeccable aim have the gods who forged me, when I was but a young wanderer walking in society's shadow, lost and in possession of a burdened heart and an ignorant mind.
These ruthless blazing arrows pierce the center of my being, with a might that draws me into a state of randomness and confusion.
I gasp for air and fall to my knees, and I am shaken and wounded of mind, spirit, and heart.
Indeed, I had given her all those gifts, while knowing that her young perception of the journey
we share would be my greatest challenge to overcome.
And so I waited and watched my quest for completion as it spiraled upward and downward through the expanse of her inner conflict.
All the while walking under the projected light cast by her beautiful spirit.
She willingly offered me her spirit, that I could translate her secret world and from it define the infinite and repressed aspects of her being.
And when I showed her that world where she and I were eternally one, she accepted my vision as truth and thus set in motion the pursuit by which she would reject me and confound me.
Yet her rejection of my claim is, in truth, her fear of embracing the mysterious and magical connection we share.
I walk in the long emptiness of her shadow, while somewhere in the folds of a fading present she lends to all creatures her Divine Feminine refulgence, of which I am the lone Keeper.
I had held the key that unlocked the door to her as yet undefined nature, for a day, for but a phasing of the moon, for a season, a cycle, an age, and even for eternity.
The symbol of my power indeed is etched into the chain whereupon her priceless key dangles, for I possess the vision of the skies looking downward upon the earth, and I find my
sustenance in the hidden life I capture with my sharpened gaze.
I am the Hawk of Sight, and she is the Earth I view.
The world I knew before was crushed by the flaming fist of acomet, as it sped across the weightless and cold darkness in search of a distant sun.
Indeed, she is that burning body that was placed into my orbital path, to pulverize and purify my microcosmic flaws with the consecrating flame of her desire.
No longer an earthly wight, my spirit rides her blazing tail unto a state of evolutionary transformation.
She is the progressive force of my evolution and so my life is in her hands, and yet my will is her affliction.
The Cosmos wove her into my design to guide me through my next passage through the Mysteries which in my Soul are kept, which in her spirit rest.
What then shall I become without her, when my dream fades and my hope is dashed, and my spirit suffers the severance of the bond we share?
I feel a wave of sadness cresting over the shores of my soul, as I encounter the sensation of a world without her, almost like a blind man watching a sunrise, or a barren maid watching the miracle of a new child born.
Will she ever embrace the magical world where we shall play, and we shall dance, and we shall sing the songs of the stars and the sky, the sun and the earth?
Or will she leave our love stranded in the once observed possibility of our unification and fulfillment, which, without her embrace, must surely fade into the phasing moments of the past, as but a sacrificed weave in the Pattern?
Will she not take my hand and journey with me further into the sacred and arcane wilderness where we exist as one?
She is everything, and I am nothing without her....
© Leonard Rocco Grillo