Beyond Chopin and Dylan

There is a seed which holds a lien on my life. The quickening has begun. Enough light now enters.

How love rekindles a heart. How incandescence pass through this earthly body and mind to become the transmission between realms.

A container must be built, my love, for what comes next. We will fuse in our transfigured eros in order to ripen the agape fruit blooming from our transformation.

We stand at the eye of the needle, perplexed by our call to pass through it. And yet, we must not sidestep!

Use the friction, the struggle between “yes” and “no,” to crystalize and illuminate – to separate wheat from chaff – to mirror the profound transfiguration of the heart. These birth pangs bring the “abler soul” into existence. Our name is beyond hunger and desire.

One real kiss will tell you what you cannot believe. One hundred real kisses will usher you into the rebirth you dream of in the soft glow of dawn which pools in the back of your eyes each day.

The foundation has been laid. We need now only build that which will last beyond earthly death.

Beyond Chopin and Dylan. (great horse names, don't you think?)

Beyond marriage and rivers and turtles.

Our intrinsic generosity awaits.