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A Tale Of Eternal Memory
Chapter Eight.
You take me to the Summer Land, high up in the heavens, where the grass is eternally green, and the flowers bloom in every shade of the rainbow.
Behold, I see the memory of your Light--so primal, so turbulent, like a fierce river of flame that carries me away to new worlds, new existences.
I channel your spirit into my God-self, and utilize your infinite essence to create the eternal record of the Cycles of Creation.
I see the Tides of Life moving in an unbroken, never-ending Circle: a Wheel it is, in truth, which propels the Dagda's cart across the infinite fields of all possibilities.
When I look at you I see myself: the light reflecting from your sparkling sapphire gems guides me through the dark passages of my Soul.
When I look at you, you show me all that I am, all that I'll always be.
Your deliberate stare finds me through the gloomy veil of your sorrows, when you are tired from the unfulfilling labors of the day...and in that defiant and vulnerable stare you show me the spirit of all that you are.
And in the reflection of all that you are, I confront the image of all that I am.
How can I not adore you, when you make me love myself?
The Love I bear for you originates not from my scarred and lonely heart, but from the inextinguishable flame of my spirit.
Behold, my Lady, spiritual love is mysterious, eternal, and it is the force moving all polar opposites, in all worlds and all phases of time, toward unification and evolution of being.
Thus it is that my mortal self lives in a state sufferance, for in my understanding of the magical
connection we share, I see that my imperfect mortality is the part of me that you reject.
And yet it was you that touched me first, sometimes like the gentle caress of a warm summer wind, sometimes with the burning insistent need of a fire.
You pass me by like a ghost moving in some forgotten yet eternally preserved moment, and brush your sensual parts along my back, while you place a hand on my burdened shoulder with a gentle and soothing touch.
You touch me with a need to show me the truth of your affection and appreciation, in a secret moment that unveils the hidden need to explore your insistent desire for my magical embrace.
When you glide away with all the grace and beauty of a swan, I am taken upon your white wings to an ancient yet new world...and the physical reality formed around me drifts away beneath the currents of your beautiful wind.
There in that world, I explore the mystical vistas of earth and sky, sun and moon.
Upon the bank of your timeless riverbed I sit, surrounded by a willow tree whose sad waterfall of branches sway and couple with the breeze to sing the song of your memory.
I gaze down the twisting course of swift-flowing rapids, and I know you brought me here to show me the true nature of your repressed desires.
The river is your passion: it roars to be expressed.
It's powerful currents drown so many curious boys and noble fishermen who dare to search its depths for your mystery.
But I am unafraid to commune with this river, for I need not swim it's ruthless yet beautiful waters to find your secrets.
Since before our first mortal encounter initiated this heavenly phase of discovery, I saw in the
dreams of my youth the complete revelation of your mystery.
You reward my knowledge of your being by carrying me here to your river, to show me secretly that my vision was true.
In reward of my truth, you allow me to sit on your banks and lose myself in the tranquil observations of your beauty.
I understand your river because, in fact, I am the waters, and your passion flows in me, through me.
I am the Waters and you are the Earth.
And you bring me to your world only to share with me the reflective remembrance of your divine nature.
My Lady, you bring me to your world so I can communicate with your spirit, as I sit and reverently contemplate the sacredness of our shared existence.
© Leonard Rocco Grillo
You take me to the Summer Land, high up in the heavens, where the grass is eternally green, and the flowers bloom in every shade of the rainbow.
Behold, I see the memory of your Light--so primal, so turbulent, like a fierce river of flame that carries me away to new worlds, new existences.
I channel your spirit into my God-self, and utilize your infinite essence to create the eternal record of the Cycles of Creation.
I see the Tides of Life moving in an unbroken, never-ending Circle: a Wheel it is, in truth, which propels the Dagda's cart across the infinite fields of all possibilities.
When I look at you I see myself: the light reflecting from your sparkling sapphire gems guides me through the dark passages of my Soul.
When I look at you, you show me all that I am, all that I'll always be.
Your deliberate stare finds me through the gloomy veil of your sorrows, when you are tired from the unfulfilling labors of the day...and in that defiant and vulnerable stare you show me the spirit of all that you are.
And in the reflection of all that you are, I confront the image of all that I am.
How can I not adore you, when you make me love myself?
The Love I bear for you originates not from my scarred and lonely heart, but from the inextinguishable flame of my spirit.
Behold, my Lady, spiritual love is mysterious, eternal, and it is the force moving all polar opposites, in all worlds and all phases of time, toward unification and evolution of being.
Thus it is that my mortal self lives in a state sufferance, for in my understanding of the magical
connection we share, I see that my imperfect mortality is the part of me that you reject.
And yet it was you that touched me first, sometimes like the gentle caress of a warm summer wind, sometimes with the burning insistent need of a fire.
You pass me by like a ghost moving in some forgotten yet eternally preserved moment, and brush your sensual parts along my back, while you place a hand on my burdened shoulder with a gentle and soothing touch.
You touch me with a need to show me the truth of your affection and appreciation, in a secret moment that unveils the hidden need to explore your insistent desire for my magical embrace.
When you glide away with all the grace and beauty of a swan, I am taken upon your white wings to an ancient yet new world...and the physical reality formed around me drifts away beneath the currents of your beautiful wind.
There in that world, I explore the mystical vistas of earth and sky, sun and moon.
Upon the bank of your timeless riverbed I sit, surrounded by a willow tree whose sad waterfall of branches sway and couple with the breeze to sing the song of your memory.
I gaze down the twisting course of swift-flowing rapids, and I know you brought me here to show me the true nature of your repressed desires.
The river is your passion: it roars to be expressed.
It's powerful currents drown so many curious boys and noble fishermen who dare to search its depths for your mystery.
But I am unafraid to commune with this river, for I need not swim it's ruthless yet beautiful waters to find your secrets.
Since before our first mortal encounter initiated this heavenly phase of discovery, I saw in the
dreams of my youth the complete revelation of your mystery.
You reward my knowledge of your being by carrying me here to your river, to show me secretly that my vision was true.
In reward of my truth, you allow me to sit on your banks and lose myself in the tranquil observations of your beauty.
I understand your river because, in fact, I am the waters, and your passion flows in me, through me.
I am the Waters and you are the Earth.
And you bring me to your world only to share with me the reflective remembrance of your divine nature.
My Lady, you bring me to your world so I can communicate with your spirit, as I sit and reverently contemplate the sacredness of our shared existence.
© Leonard Rocco Grillo
