Mystical Nightly Meeting
Me, you, gods, philosophers, and …Eros, the great transformative spirit that can connect humans with the divine
It’s one of those nights that I consciously form your figure in front of me.
You arrive, you unlock my mind’s door by answering tonight’s riddle, and I feel a huge magnet moving my femininity towards your masculine body.
I capture our souls’ unification, as their harps play an ode to Oneness. The countless experiences of their eternal coexistence elevate the value of the bodies.
Myths, gods, symbols and codes synthesize a familiar mystical atmosphere.
Prometheus tries to decide whether he may or may not regret giving the fire to my species, as he watches that my heart is burning, my body is overheated, my mind is in flames, my eyes sparkle.
Eros tells him there’s nothing here to regret. Because the way I use fire is my choice. And then he adds: “She is OK. She just uses me as a means for elevation”.
Dionysus declares agreement, as he drinks a glass of wine and says something about fertility.
Everyone stands still, when Diotima’s voice sounds, as she shares her wisdom about Love.
