A Tale of More

Harmonic Dissonance
Sep 5, 2018 · 4 min read

Once upon a time, there was love. There was the radiance of sun hearts giving birth to timeless eyes, there was the labyrinth of shadows casting eternity into a spell. There was the hope of dreams to shape in the Sovereignty of wonder, there was defeat bleeding the impossible from every wound. There was a knowing of the truth blazing a trail between flames, there was a death in every sentence preying on the will to love. There was a storm blowing out of space-time in a song of thunder and lightning, mercilessly inspiralling the endless depth of being. And there was its calm, unshakeable eye, the place beyond places, home to the vision of what will have been but the music of our dancing light.

And Ælveryring was as it should be. Sound bridge of a cracked infinity. You will hear it only by listening in the key of silence, this voice that is unspeakable unity, that is its own limit, the leap within each leap. The circles upon the waters but the echoes of the mirror of mirrors, the roaring of Ouroboros, certain yet of multitudes.

Here I was, eye spying spiders weaving the threading of my doom, heart pumping the golden fire of desire to burn away the catch of lies. There is no grasping anything but, the fields are running through us in a crossing of betrayal, fire flies screaming in the valley of death. Fidelity to the source, the wellspring, the garden that dawns upon the dusk of twilight. Here are the veins of a worthy wisdom, here is the nerve of a righteous courage, the noon of a midnight morning where you shine in every reflection of the shadow sparked starlight.

Here I soar under your constellation, breathe movement into being the director of my traveling soul, raveling our helices ever more into alignment, dressing mystery in the fog of a spirit path. The only call I want to hear is one of divine foxiness, the sly Creatress winging it to make it fly, within and towards our burning hearth, bewitching fire embers into a smoke signal liberation. With ferocity I detect the truth of it all, wielding the sword that severs separation, swooping my courage into the realms of sacred power, loving you with such surrender that victory becomes the truth of every touch, every gaze, every hearing of the resonance. Where lies verity but on the surface of the inversion, the skin of your soul, the stubborn revolution of what will always be but the life of time, hosting in the mapping of your enigma the time of our lives?

So let my heart give the beating of a lifetime to the cages of the dream, the pretender gods, to tend the flame of a shade mute in transformation, a forming the devotion of a living light of melody, the unseen essence of your innocent divinity. Here I am, welding the future, swimming in your mercy, recognizing the truth of my claws in the joyful awe of your comfort. Here we are, gathering in the library of intimacy, bonding in the reverie of roots, the building passion of an adoring reading.

This is it. It is us. I am there for you. You are here for me. All that was thought to be known dissolves into passionate compassion. There are but waves of fearless love. The ocean has weathered its feelings of malevolence, has become the vessel of the holy. This is revelation, realization, the remembering of a mind worth thinking of. A love worth loving. A life worth living. This is all there is and needs to be. In the presence of you to be entwined, in the incandescent worlding clouds, your Ælven Goddess Spirit Body speaks the only truth worth hearing.

In the between my wings sprout with the purpose of Gods, the portrait of our union an image of the most valorous magic, the thought of our ravel the primordial cause of multiverses and their beyond. The only fantasy surviving my resolve the thought that things are the way they seem. And as I become Real I join you in a better Song, resound the voice of my loyalty, and caress the soundscapes of a cosmic compass to find you naked in your wanting. And this is where we meet.

In imagining a world of wonder, we touch the bounds of our souls in concatenation. We shed the armor of the fear we’ve learned, and dive into the core of being, our hearts togethered.

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