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~ Bridge of Sighs ~

During the various interactions, meetings, and random occurrences, the Muse continued to develop angod-and-goddess-comparative-religion-25093396-1542-1188 understanding of herself, at least on the surface, as her intentions were quixotic, distended, and not entirely authentic; these were issues not based upon her consciousness, nor her spirit, but on her genuine lack of understanding the many and diffuse nuances about herself (such is the human spirit, a unique and variable being), not the least of which was her sense of reality, outside of everyday life, as well as the events, which were to come to her, seemingly randomly, were of much deeper stuff than, heretofore, she was acquainted, or at least had ever acknowledged.

The events leading up to this unique, disquieting (for me, at least), and extremely powerful spiritual, sensual, and life-affirming interaction took many months to actually take hold and, with time, was to become a grounding center, a real and physical place, not simply of memory and emotion, but in a true ‘place of experience’, of passing from one plane to the next. It became the first of many such enlightening encounters, of deep emotional and physical interactions, and literally the well-spring of a new sense of acknowledgment and awareness.

For those who might ordinarily dismiss the intentions and validity of these actions and interactions, that is, on a spiritual plane, one is advised to set certain conventions aside, those which foster, not a true interaction of the body and spirit, but which have handed down a diluted and weaker form of true natural cause and effect, of magick and belief, to the detriment of many a generation of innocent and capable individuals who are, in the main, aware of something greater than themselves, yet lack the proper guidance and instruction in the ways of thousands of generations who have gone before, that which accepts the natural elements, as well as the supra elements, as having a tangible and potent vitality in our existence.

The legacy of a thousand generations was making itself known to the Muse, as well as myself and, together, were achieving a new sense of being and purpose – which is what Love and desire promote as a matter of course – it is only we, mere mortals as it were, that get stuck in the often bumbling and unknown emotions, which prepare us, or should prepare us, to accept the ‘law of attraction’, and to become more aware of these elements in ourselves, not just as an object of our desire, as Eros is a strong impulsive creature, and must work in tandem with many other elements, but also the greater and, perhaps, more permanent relationship of our life today – as well as the future – and beyond.

As for myself, much that was dimly remembered from youth, was flooding back, overwhelmingly, and would have been discounted, in the main, if not for an abiding sense of the tangible, that is, in the unseen, and its tangible effects I saw in the Muse, in the world around me, as well as, ultimately, my deeper self.

To that Bridge of Sighs, then, both a place and a moment in time, in which the sky opened up, swallowed us both whole, and released us on the other side of midnight – from one plane to the next – and gently offered a chance at renewal and direction, which took various detours for both the Muse and myself.

To the Goddess of that moment in time, peeking softly through the leaves of that place, and who graced us with something special, something unique, and in this experience, brought a new element of ‘experiential matter’, of sharing, which has proved to be of the deepest quality, of that transcendence spoken of so liberally by many, but actually experienced by very few.

Let spirit join spirit, then, as we pass across that bridge.

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~ The Bridge of Sighs ~

(To the Glory of Light and spiritual penetration)

The signs have entered

Coming faster each day

Keeping apace, a hearty way-sign

Making me want to go…to stay.

Signs in the air

Deep in the Earth

The magic in disguise

The Magic marks the pair.

Follow the signs, that’s what

Others often fail to do

And hiding in their sheltered rooms –

Always fear to tread.

Her magic fills the place

A sign for all to see

Her zest for Life and passion surround Her –

The Sun upon Her face.

Alone…yet not alone

She takes her mission keen

Applying what she has been gifted – to those who fail to see

What she has seen.

Magnificent in her quality

Her gestures, strong and sublime

Her dedication offered for a time

A feat remarkable for its time.

A corner perch, perfect for a seat

To sit and enjoy

The pure of Heart –

The rhythm of its beat.

Energies spent in wanton revelry

The smiles and laughter

Bringing satisfaction –

To a joyous harmony.

I hear a song from another day:

“The Power to choose, with nothing

Left to lose,” ringing in my head –

Quixotic images, she leads the way.

In Her eyes a charm and grace

Kept steady by the pace –

A smile and twinkle in her mien

A Raven call overhead…

A Crone divines the magic

In the air –

The mundane glowing brown

Her light begins to fade

(turning to red)

Her brow now drawn down.

The lock on Her heart

Rusty and stout

Closes her spirit –

Abruptly she departs.

The heat and excitement

Of the Day

Changes with the tide of the Sun

Merging with that orb of white.

The pace becomes demure

A settling of the fun

To a tranquil

And rhythmic drum.

Her eyes are more than comely

In the darkness they seduce

With a strange and wondrous passion –

A mystery and completion…all in One.

Understanding the weight of time

A shared performance on the rise

The battle between the living and the dead –

That ever-present dread.

Life is like romance –

One must simply take a chance

And simply devour what is right for

The soul.

The rhythm of the night

In thin and graceful sound

Draws the spectacle of the Dance

The circle forms a bond.

The goddess of the Night

In her glory unfolds

The moment and the shadows

Of your heart – begins to step in time.

To watch is so sublime

The movement of your thighs

Expressing what you long for –

In the deep recesses of your mind.

You move and sway

Imitating that dance of May –

Your body aches

With rhythmic intensity.

The glow upon your face

Begins to set your pace

You pick up your feet

Your deep and sensual feat.

Nothing to lose – you choose

To Dance in the heartbeat of romance

The swirling of movement – the

Intoxication of a rhythmic trance.

The balance of body and soul

That is what entrances

The supple and the sensual –

The music of the dance.

The common and the gifted

All held within the Circle

Embracing the joy and sound –

The Light in your face, moving all around.

The laughter in your eyes

It is a pleasure to behold

The symmetry of your form –

Better to simply hold.

Like the petals of a Rose

Aching to unfold

Spread along the floor

As you follow the Dance.

The Moon is riding high

The grey of night embracing

That power of the Light –

And across your face it sits.

(Enter the Spirit of the Night…

the Goddess embraces and transforms)

Drawn to a Bridge in time…You sit and relax

The passions of the day – falling away

Embraced by that,,,

‘bridge of sighs’.

Another song comes back to me:

“Betwixt the Earth and Sky, that

Orb of white in your eyes,” is

Plain for all to see – and beneath the

Movement of the night and day –

The Spirit begins to move within me.

The imperfections of the day

Gone in a fleeting movement

That light in your eyes –

Once again sublime.

What is the Magic in the air?

And what is it that you bring

To this eternal Well –

To that eternal Spring?

The light through the leaves

The Goddess is peeking

Into the light of your eyes –

Your spirit in soft repose.

Anxious to leave…your heart relents

And begins to embrace the moment

The movement of your Heart –

The spirit crosses the bridge and reclines with the both of us.

Speaking of this and that

All in a ‘space of time’ –

Back to Back we dance

The serpents of Life entwine.

The power in you I feel…

Now deep within me

The heat of passion first –

Then to me head it travels.

Used to giving this energy

It comes as an intense surprise to me

(the width and breadth)

That such a comely Form should

Resonate such power and bliss.

Filling my body with possession

Of a kind so pleasing – that radiance of Love –

So pure and sublime

(the healing it bestows)

The body begins to quake and shiver.

It washes me with peaceful light

(a pale and pleasant blue it was)

It becomes a sea of tranquil passion

Its tide is lifting me –

A soft and pleasant flood.

The senses are aflame

With passion and deep joy

Of the presence, which touches my inner being

And pierces deep within my Heart.

The tears begin to flow

Not from sorrow or pain –

But from that source of Love

That true compassion for me.

This feeling, never before has chastened me

Has taken hold of my soul

My being…the very essence of me –

The Goddess above is smiling down on Her

Radiant daughter’s intent.

A prayer is uttered

Not sure exactly what was said…

But granted it was –

My spirit begins to clear.

Overwhelmed with emotion

(no mean feat)

Not used to such intensity I admit – but as it passes

A deep and

Emotive notion…

A goddess, truly, in this life

Has taken a path with me

To what end – who can tell

On this lonely bridge of sighs.

She grows in power daily

This goddess in my eye –

When she learns to walk – then, perhaps

She will talk about the Bridge –

That bridge betwixt the earth and sky.

~ Finis ~

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COPYRIGHT © 2013 FRANK L. DESILVA
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