Sunlight - the color of birdsong; touch - the feel of umami.
This synaesthetic puzzle was all that was provided and yet I found you, Lady, high up in the barren tree, looking to the horizon, apparently waiting for my return.
Yet I'm not sure what you want.
Coaxing has never worked - the only times it came close I was left with stillborn ideas, shivering in evanescent light.
Innocent lookarounds through your houses? Two of them have disappeared completely off the map - god help them - and the third was locked tight, although I knew you were in there. (I could hear footsteps from the piano to the kettle, your tells are not as airtight as they once were).
So, here we are, needing a Vince Ready - or the idea of the idea of a Vince Ready, able to at least ladder me up to eye level so we could talk.
Instead, I open my mind to you:
Green, undulating hills; ladders everywhere, dancing under the criss-cross-criss-cross of high wires over head. Connections made, sparks flying and hitting the ground. More often than not they sizzle out with the sound of sad confusion, but other times, a new ladder, a new connection.
Moons launching from the closest valley; or sound and vibration; or a crack where I can see the universe spinning wildly out (in) control.
A spark of interest there - you've let your hair down, but you're still way out of reach.
I knew it would come to this, but you of all people have to know the heart is sacred space, and I have as much chance of opening it as you would of releasing night-terrors in a kindergarten.
You're not buying it.
And as hard as it is to say, I'm ok with that. I'm tired of hiding behind the metaphors and layered images and text-trickery. I just want to weep.
For misunderstandings, lack of connection, fear, doubt, hurt, anger, neuroses, barren lovelessness and demons born of synaptic pathology - all the illusions that spawn from the apparent-ness of other-ness.
The trick here is - like breath - you straddle the I Am and I Am That. The causal and the manifest.
That, plus the honest tears, seem to have done it. Thanks for coming down.
I'll follow your lead for a while.
Namaste.
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