~ Across The Far Horizon ~
(To the uncertain expectations of Time and Personal consideration)
I see you sailing
Across the far horizon –
You put water to Oar.
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The tremendous pitfalls, obstacles, and life-decisions were overwhelming, and as the pressure mounted, the Muse would often seeks solace in retreat, both in the wilds of nature, as we walked and talked, as well as the ‘retreating’ of Her own courage, based in large part, on her fear of the future, of the breaking of habits and rituals long held; and which, for the most part, had sustained Her, given her stability and consistency, but sorely lacking in that mutual and complimentary growth, which She so needed, to continue her path. After all, working partnerships require understanding, patience and, above all, a clear vision of talents and growth.
The Muse wanted so much to grow, to blossom, of Her own accord, not to spite anyone else, but in simply to embrace the movement in ‘time’, which had been struggling within Her for so many years. She wanted to live a ‘Yes’, rather than the continuous ‘No’, which had become Her lot in life.
Sometimes, however, this was simply too much to ask.
This was the time, unasked for, that I simply wanted to be there, to stand with Her, simply because I Believed In Her.
To the power of Nature…
Father Sky…Earth Mother,
It is a love song we sing
To the both of you;
We wish it heard by no other.
This seems to be a good place to end this Work.
Through trials and tribulations, through learning and errors, the Muse and I seemed to finally be reaching a point, in which we were starting to share a deep and abiding spiritual awareness.
The Muse was still learning how to share her ‘space’, as she still coveted it, and seemed to be unaware of many things, outside of our times together, in which she thought about nothing but her ‘moments’ when away from me. It was still not clear to her, what living in her ‘head’, can do to others. She had forgotten, from a life filled with a feeling of aloneness, of abandonment, those vacancies left by others, who she felt had let her down, not willing or able, to have ‘confidence’ in people who were to come into her life.
It was painstaking, learning from the Muse, as her ability to interact was such a process – she could wait forever – in relaying these deep feelings to me. This was hard, as I have said before, because I lacked, in many of my own traits, the talent for patience in others. Not that I was unaware of their daemons, or their pathologies, I just found it trying, when I offered to expose these to them, and they preferred to still muck through it – Ah! To personality! This, also, is the way of love and light.
Still, we were both learning from each other, and come what may, were continuing to move forward.
The Muse was creating, as well, a much more refined outlook on her own passions, and in the same vein as her first deep, and resonant observation to me of her own passion, she followed up with this particular piece.
So, as we end this part of the journey, let all those who love, and are Lovers, be comforted in the fact that, abiding love can, and does exist, even when faced with terrible odds, or actions and words that, for the moment burn, hurt, or bring such an unknown that would make it seem that all is for nothing, even then, if one is open, will find that what drew you into that person first, is still at work, protecting and nurturing the both of you, in this adventure, called Life.
Let life happen. Let Love, work its magick!
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The Epic Poetry and tales of love and light, is being crafted to be presented on the ‘silver screen’. This will be a Movie of Love, power,desire, Magick, sensuality, ‘that long journey’, and the power of Hero and Heroine, in a day long forgotten, yet coming back to the call of the spirit of our time…Here, Now, and All Ways.
Author and Screenwriter, Frank L. DeSilva, is heading for the Post-production of his screenplay, “Of Mountains and The Moon,” and we most certainly wish him and his Team the best of luck on this project.
He is using the crowd-funding service, Indiegogo.
His funding page is Here: Of Mountains and The Moon
All said and done, the Journey continues.
The Muse and I have continued to pass on and through many obstacles. The Muse said something to me once, in response to a question that I presented Her, in the hopes of realizing, in my mind, a certain finality, something more concrete, than She was predisposed to deliver; Her answer was telling: “I am still here.”
This has been the way of it.
I, for my part, am still going through much; as much with Her, as with a whole Life, changing and evolving. She, as well, continues to develop and present a certain stability between us – the fires still rage in deep recesses of our own natures, our own Spirits.
The Magick, which was so tangible, has changed. It takes two to maintain this awareness of the magickal, and it is more than a idea, or simple acknowledgement, it is, and ever will be, the doing, the early morning walks and talks, the togetherness, which encourages and promotes magick. The mundane world is ever-willing and able, at a moments notice, to infiltrate and modify the magick. It is, in large part, a matter of priorities between Lover’s, which proves the intent and intensity of the type of love one, or both, wish to maintain and develop further.
In anticipation of the next Work, let me leave you, the reader, with a little something that will, hopefully, take you into the future, a small glimpse into the possibilities of this devotion between the Muse and I.
Below, is a missive, in the midst of opportunities grasped and missed; it is a glimpse into the continuing journey of Love and Light.
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As the last Volume of Poems of Love and Light: Of Magick, Masks, and Masquerades started out, the progressive relationship, filled with its aspects of the Magickal, of awareness, the metaphysical and the mundane, marked a water-shed for the Muse and I. All we had been through, all we were still facing, was slowly, ever so slowly, developing into a more or less even and understood intention. This was made easier to bear, as the Muse, Herself, was, ineluctably, being drawn into the understanding, from her own sense, and realization of, what the circumstances and decisions that She had made – or had let Life make for her, was bringing to bear.
During this time, getting on into Winter, the fluctuation between ‘knowing her way’, and ‘not knowing her way’, was that push-and-pull energy, that energy, which never seems to find an even keel. There was little time for any real, calm, and deliberate intentions that would either solve, or resolve, the issues that the Muse was facing in Her life; this made my ability to aid, direct, or support her, in any substantial way.
The Muse needed to do this, all on Her own.
Of course, in the real world, that mundane environment, where magick can only exist if both individuals are aligned, as one cannot, no matter how gifted with this energy and intention, can sustain this effort, alone, without the other. So, as the world crept in around the both of us, the Muse did what she felt she had to do, and I took the lesser path, the do-nothing path, as She wanted, and I knew, from this point on, that the onus and criticism would be directed at me. This did not take long to happen.
As I was, from the start, almost an invisible character to those around me, the Muse needing to maintain a certain modicum of public privacy, kept close too, and with me in those moments of passion and partnership, but when exposed, would not communicate with others, close friends and family, of the intentions and relationship between us. I was prepared to take what criticism was warranted in certain cases, but the Muse on only a few occasions, actually spoke up, to correct and explain her intentions, thereby giving me a little support and foundation to fall back on.
This was all a part of this path, and I was not overly worried or susceptible, to these slings and arrows of life’s making.
The process that the Muse maintained, that which would steady her, and see her through, was working, but affected a much larger area than I thought right; but things tend to work out or no.
In-between all this, there were moments of intense conversation about how things were going, and in this process, which I am more familiar, the Muse would retreat, afraid, and instead of facing what I was bringing, or even better, taking my suggestions or observations, as appropriate, would consider these moments as a ‘confrontation’, as ‘rude’, or not listening to ‘her’. This was exasperating, and there where many times that I just did not care about the way She wanted to be balanced, to not hurt the feelings of others, and to balanced -this was a point that, in certain situations, just sent me away.
The missive below, was one delivered by the Muse to me, in relation to my departure, and the way in which there was a void created between us, was terrible to the both of us.
It was a tender reach of Her hand. It was warm and passionate, with just a touch of Grey.
It was to begin the Fire and Flood.
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Poems of Love and Light: Fire and Flood, continues to bring the ongoing epic between two people, the Muse and I.
The path and process, that which brings two lovers together, is myriad in its personalities, and in its machinations. For this reason, this ongoing Work is more than simply poetry or prose. The possibilities in any relationship are unique, as each personality brings a whole life (no matter the age) with them, and this includes, as the previous Work presented, many masks by which to hide behind, to protect oneself, from many things, as varied as the mind can, and does, bring with it.
Personality, by definition, is the center of oneself. It is the harbinger of all the darkness, and the light, which makes up that individual. Strange, is it not, that no matter how well we think we know ourselves, in those quiet moments, or those moments of fire, we give a little more of ourselves away; and if that special person in one’s life is aware, or is gifted with such talents to see deeper, or should I say differently, than the other, then a better understanding of oneself, may be realized.
Observation can, then, be seen as criticism, and as the Muse is wont to say, “it is in the delivery,” that makes this type of inter-personal relationship so delicate, and so important, in matters of Love.
This is all part of a process.
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These wayward paths of separation
Are not gateways to desolation
Compared to what we share in our Hearts;
We possess the keys that perfectly fit.
Love is great. Love is good;
Our love is greater than any force
Existing on the face of the earth;
For we carry in our hearts the beat,
The essence, of those blessings which were
Sent by the gods, to bind our spirit
Until Forever arrives.