She enfolded me in her arms
Read my mind with a gentle kiss;
This
I miss
This, I miss
She moved from my lips
Tenderly addressed my core;
Yes
I want more
This, I want more
Still laying on the bed
I lift to my elbows, raise my head
My thighs
Spread
She’s found my Centre
Enter
Yes, enter
I’ve written about the pounding Sex in my chest
About the Love found between my legs
And their connection as One
She
Ruled by the Sun
Praised my Centre
Made Love
And entered
To prove all along
That the two
Belong
I felt the flow
From my heart
To my sex
Below
Felt the flow
From below
Back to my heart
Each kiss she gifted
Each time I drifted
Deep within her Soul
This is bliss
This
I miss
This, I miss
With quiet reflection of my privileged relationship with the Lioness, and in anticipation of her return
I remain,
Lesley
Hallelujah Heartist
The Wind has blown harshly for many a day now. At night, however, it leaves, likely to quarrel with some other foe, I imagine.
I’ve been camping at the edge of this place for days. Staring blankly at the fire I’ve built and seeming immobilized. I walk the length of the sand where it meets moist soil, grass…freedom. I’ve been watching the birds. I’ve been absorbing the crisp scent of water somewhere near. I swear I can hear it.
The owl has followed me the complete way. It has flown beyond this desert and is watching me from a thick branch, low and in plain sight of me on the other side. It has said nothing for weeks. It’s been as though it never spoke. Have I imagined all its words, its secret language, its truth? I don’t know. I’m certain of death and life, that one surely follows the other, but which is Master for they both beget each other? They're lovers of some sort.
There is a lioness by my owl. She comes only at night to rest near him as friendly farm animals might do. She’s moved near to me several times, always slow yet unafraid in her movements. Her energy is calm. Wisdom graces her face with snowy white hair. I have seen her on occasion behave like a kitten, she seems most happiest then. She’s watching me now.
Last night I dreamt of Eden. Residual cells from another life I lived a year ago. What does my sleep mind want with her? Her energy is a figment like that of Aries. They even feel the same in my dream world. I couldn’t remember at first of whom I dreamt, slowly the image revealed itself. What good is it now to recall her energy - now that I am dead in that past? For what betrayal of Self is this that I should remember her at all? Ego; perhaps it is Ego keeping me at bay here, stuck in this place, pacing. Perhaps it is Ego reminding me, pulling me into that past where there is only pain. Perhaps it fights harder now that I’ve reached the threshold to freedom, and it threatens to lose not a battle, but the war.
A violent wind has blown, snuffing out my fire.
I’m left to sit and wonder about the owl; the lioness; if any will move near me here in the dark.
I remain,
Lesley
Hallelujah Heartist
Happy Anniversary to Hallelujah Heartist blog spot.
Thank you to the many Warriors of Love, the many Heartists who’ve checked-in, read my words and walk the Path; you make sacred my sharing.
Know that I see you China, Russia, Germany, United Kingdom, France, Ukraine, Israel, Latvia, Brazil, Argentina, Columbia, Czech Republic, Bulgaria, Hong Kong, India, Indonesia, Georgia, Italy, Moldova, Namibia, Mexico, United States of America, and my home vein, Canada. I’m certain I’ve missed others, please forgive me.
We are all connected in our Love, in our Pain, in our battle to free ourselves from prejudices, barriers, and definitions as we surrender to the magnificence of who we are. The tears we shed fall in the same direction, bitter upon our tongues, revealing us. They’re made of the same ingredients, the same hurt and no one is exempt. In Love we are all powerful, beautiful as we offer, receive and become Love. There is only one ingredient - us, we are beautiful in our openness and no one is exempt.
For the Warriors who have traversed with me from the beginning of this journey, you are my comrades in arms. I will gladly carry you, for you struggled to catch my body and rested by me each time I fell dead, knowing the magic within would bring me to life yet again. I was never your forsaken. Thank you.
To my new Warriors, Heartists, Amazons in Heart, I battle alongside you, we are each other’s company beneath the stars. We’ll succumb to the beauty of the ocean to forget the rancid taste of defeat. In the morning we’ll wake to a new journey, walk our Path and share our bread. I’ll be right here, with you. Thank you for having me.
In blessed surrender, I remain yours,
Lesley
Hallelujah Heartist
