everything
not to say, “I need us.”
I
was drinking. it was habit. I experienced spirit/s.
something
facial. something indirect. awe. splendor. candor. dark mysticism.
“You
did x.” I repented. it examined my heart.
I
have a question: If I experience spirit/s, as a noticeable occurrence, Is it
from the inside, induced by a person? by inside, I mean that universe,
something dormant comes to the surface, it lives, rarely in action.
I
angered a person, hurt her deeply, to no defense in me, Is hurt able to
manifest occurrences?
we
speak about many religious acts. we believe on the surface. we walk away from
experience—as some incident that must be ignored, overlooked.
enough
of that. let’s try a different approach.
frankincense
wafts as soft into a dungeon, beautiful butterflies. walnut bread for
breakfast. a person in mind. detached deliberately, removed deliberately, so
much so, I become closer to forbidden elements. a swoosh a times. or an
interior paddle strikes the heart upward. it’s been a long time. some are
frightened of what it might become. they know spirit/s. they’ve seen them/us in
motion. they watch for warning signs. (forgive the cliché.)
when
we met, she was so smart, dressed according to career, without one smile. no
one may ingratiate self. everyone is at bay. her stance was monitored, in
noticed consciousness, her gestures were deliberate, where immediately, she
took an issue with me. it was harmless, non-intrusive, annoying. pain was in
her jawline. her mind was vigilant. she showed sublime insecurity. an
attractive woman. a gifted woman. as I do with this category, I called her a
mystic. we sat through it. never a word. more a worried creature: concerned
about image, being a great wife/lover, the possibility of flying, the joys of
earth, suffocated by pure happiness, with reality shifting, playing games, a particular
disability I was un-anxious to notice.
I
met another woman. I’ve come to watch closely. some act of universal
repentance, someone trained like gods, able to reach, at any distance, saying
hello. many think me odd, saying such things, what do we expect from a mystic?
sweet plums. or apricot-plums. sugarapple(s). it surprises me, to feel so
detached, a sense of thought attaches to essence. with defenses high, a person
succumbs to curiosity—or, a person is so rigid, we wonder about her femininity—especially,
if she is married. this element to shield passion, to open on demand, with
skills inherent in many vehicles. notwithstanding, something will grow until it
disappears, something else will remain magnetism’s contradiction.
