Lofty Benevolent Clouds

Soft, hesitant mornings are now the norm.

Another round of sleeplessness rakes my face.

If I do slip into sleep, fitful dreams leak into one another, mostly about skunks suddenly discovering my presence. I wake feeling as if I have narrowly escaped something which would make me very unwell.

Happiness and peace pose as noble goals. However, I no longer believe they are a state of being or a truth one needs to strive for. I've tasted and known both – both are beautiful and love-filled. And yet, I think there is something just beyond such lofty, benevolent clouds.

On sex, power, and fear vs. Love:

Aside from the evolutionary drive to procreate, sex can paradoxically be a portal through which one can lose the body, gender, and conscious separation. When awareness and deeper reflection is brought into the meet, there is no great effort or leap to seeing God, Love, or one's Self as neither male or female, mortal or eternal, body or spirit. This fusion into oblivion is not relegated to sex alone. However, the symbolic and mystical power of two, defined, entities bringing their vibrations into synchronicity, can result in a physical manifestation of that which is normally just barely described or teased out with words.

We are splintered from the whole. The illusion of and desire for power or control keeps us in an unnecessary struggle to see ourselves as individuals. I am curious about the power dynamic in and around sex, and I am wondering if power can systematically be eliminated, resulting in the transcendence of gender, separation, and the bonds of society and self which seem to keep us small.

I believe we have restricted ourselves as individuals to the determent of understanding ourselves as Whole. I'm not suggesting sex as being necessary. I am suggesting a slight turn in the prism of vibration in which physical union can remind a person, through the setting aside of power and gender, what it feels like to be One.

The garden flourishes with squash, tomatoes and strawberries, even in these late days; do you know One I feed?