Big shout out to the BearCat combination that is helping me on my way!
I started on Sunday, with a very simple ritual meditation of sorts. My ritual, my way, using a spare candle.
Just as my mind was clearing, my muse spoke to me. At first I was a bit annoyed, although she was giving me some good advice for the CH project :) Then she started describing herself, which I did find interesting. (Posted below, for reference).
I asked for some space.
She obliged.
My question was simple. I asked for someone willing to guide me and give me strength. On further reflection though, I do wonder if my question was answered before I consciously asked it? I think, perhaps, it was. So I did some more thinking and reflecting. As much as I love (and sometimes hate) my muse, I don't know her name. But it is a step.
Reflections
My one true
and lonely love
Who has
always been
She who
first breathed life into me
And She
whose name I shall speak with my final breath
She holds me
close on nights when dreams are dark
Brings peace
and shows such beauty in the world
And when She
leaves me alone I stand
Cursing her
name
Declaiming
her sins
Until She
returns in burst of light
And I have
found my darkness again
She is my
light and my dark
She is my
illness and health
She is my
joy and my sorrow
She is my
muse
And then she kept me up a bit at night, until I wrote the next piece.
Who are you, my muse?
Who speaks to me, in the caverns of my mindWhen all else is still
A whisper in the night
A voice to break the quiet
Who are you, to me?
I know not your name or shape
Nothing of who you are
I know only your embrace
I have never seen your face
Do I need a name?
To put chains around your form
Cage you in bars formed of words
Or should I let you be
Knowing you care for me
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