~ In The Shade Of The Sol ~
The waves of tempest tossed
Brings a pattern of sensitivity
Each passing day –
The tempest now serene
After the ceremonial initiation, She was taken away, Matilda leading the way, back into the darkness, and Gwion had, once again, taken the lead, and escorted Him into the ante-chamber, the Chamber of The Chalice, as it was called.
He was full of questions, but Gwion was reticent, and said nothing until they were all outside. “You have many answers,” he said, “but even more questions; you are impatient, driven by your fire, learn to relax, hang on to a thing, but keep your grip ever-so loosely upon what you desire. If it is a woman, let her come to you, after the fire has been revealed, for if that spirit truly desires, respects, and is aware of you, their intentions will be known – if not, all too many shadows remain, so their mind is not truly their own – fire and water must, at the outset, understand each others properties. You, my son, are open, and a open soul, must you abide. If the darkness makes the other withhold the sun, then the machinations are many, and the truth of intentions are cloudy and irresolute; the path is to open the door to mutual understanding and communication.”
Gwion, had been badgered by Him, for the last thirty minutes, and what had started the introspection and questions, was the fact that She had not informed Him of her actual depth and reasoning behind the lack of information regarding the initiation, as well as many other aspects of her life; true it was, that they had admitted their intentions and interest in each other, and He had spoken, in truth, of his love for this ofttimes complicated – not complicated, but compartmentalized life, holding each aspect of her life in a distinct and unrelated fashion, one from the other – this, no doubt, stemmed from her present domestic relationship, and since her heart had been cloistered in so many ways, had moved into her everyday life, and the appearance of disinterest (but this was only confusion and overabundance of thought) was palpable at times.