“Why are spider webs so strong?” I think while watching one blow in the breeze of a cold crow season monsoon.
Beaded with tiny crystal droplets, like a string of diamonds. Vibrating like a wing, withstanding the seemingly impossible.
The reflection of a golden flame dances and swells upon the tear stained window.
Orange flowers blossom, catching the eye against the gray sky. A murder of crows fly over.
The house is filled with music. The creation of art takes place.
The monsoon picks up. The slush of cars in the street is a bare minimum.
Red, orange, yellow, green; opening the flow of chakras. The hips loosen. A weight pops out of the heart and exits. The whole body feels more like jelly.
After a long period of silence, a whisper from the heart, “you risk everything if you give up on yourself. Your gifts are a rare combination given solely to you. Find good to do.”
The flame reflects through a crystal, drawing the eye deep within. The ribs ache, but I let go of the fear. Focusing on the mirage of a dull rainbow.
The rain picks up. The crystal glows purple. Goddess is rising into my heart. I remember that it’s easy to shrink beneath the gravity of the world.
But in a different seat with my head bowed, my posture grows tall once more.
I think of Nana’s African Violets. African Violets growing in the ultra violet lights.
I think of the people I’ve loved whom have left the earth. It’s been so long that it’s weird; but all the memories are still right there, like yesterday.
“I wanted out,” I hear one say, “I didn’t know how to surrender to love, how to let it open me up, and take away all the pain.”
They feel full of love on the other side. A rain drop winds down the window.
Is goodbye really goodbye? Or is love shared always existent?
A train sounds in the distance. The light begins to fade. The candle shortens. The web swells and releases, rippling like a wave.
“If I feel the love, it must exist–invisible and yet infinite.” Like this storm saturating the earth with the nourishment for new life.
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Lilac Laced Love 