What I'm Finding...

That I keep finding the beloved everywhere I look. So many people are open right now, and I seek that opening, like a dowser seeking the flow beneath the surface. I feel my divining rods being pulled toward the source, so strong a flow I can almost taste it... I had a most amazing weekend at MWW. The festival itself kept me busy in wonderful - thought intensive ways - , but the personal aspect of the trip shook me to the roots. New opportunities to see how life can be enacted. I am in love with god, in love with life, in love with magick and with my path through and in it. I am inspired, and this love is really a wholistic picture. There are moments when life offers you a glimpse of "YES!" and you can ignore it, or grab it with both hands, or tentatively touch it. As I left the MWW, lines for Liber al vel Legis were tumbling through my head, one upon the tail of the other..."but to love me is better than all things...for one kiss wilt thou be willing to give all...whoso giveth one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour...I am divide for love's sake, for the chance of union. that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all..." After inappropriate full-body hugging at the skycap line (yes, people in the world out there hate to see the possibilities of love and absolute surrender), my beloved left to go on his way, netiher of us sure when we will next get to touch, meet, BE together...me with the need to release attachment, release attachment... Whispering prayers, incantations, singing songs of love, I left one world and started the between worlds travel. At the airport, my flight was delayed, and I was thankful for a little more time to tie up loose ends, to settle into heart and mind, to find my way back to waking life... And in the process found the Beloved again. This time, Beloved, You were dressed as a lovely woman with sparkling green eyes and a welcoming mouth. I wanted to feel You straight out, but started conversation instead. I fell into myself and felt her heart respond. And the conversation of less than two hours became the holding of hands, the sharing of hearts, the building of common dreams. Unspoken promises laughingly considered, we made oaths of forever without saying a word. Eye to eye and hearts opening like flood gates that struggle to hold back the light, it was a recognition, precognition, a future memory, a future history. We joked that we didn't know one another from the past, but from the future we had already built and were only working steadily to arrive at. We saw a heart in the ladscape, shot through with an arrow. We laughed. We nearly cried. Ah, Beloved, this connection existed before we had need for seperation. We all find our way home with open heart. What a grand design for this illusion. Divining the divine. Beloved, You shock me with Your presence. Hold open my heart. Let the light stream out, a burning candle guiding self to Self.