She stretches out her legs. Like the Goddess she is. Suddenly unafraid of the monsters. He is calling her. The female wind. The female moon. With her curves naked in front of his eyes. The male light. The male space between objects. He and She collide.
For a moment they are both stunned. There is darkness. Their eyes adjust to the light. And then to each other. The love is there. Not the love that us humans understand. But the Love that pulls the universe together. This meeting is inevitable. There is trembling, an energy so fierce the wind cannot contain it. He caresses her and consumes her vibration. She accepts him and opens up. He pours into her. The seeds dance inside her, searching for the source of her warmth. The chosen one makes it. The bulb enters the kingdom. They are together. They are divided.
How long will they dance? Inside each other and out? Time shifts for them. They hear the sounds of the space between. The chants of a billion souls. Gathering and emoting for them. And for each other. It’s a chance to start over. Like us, starting over every day. Our cells divide. Our skin dies and renews itself. We are constantly new. They start to come together. For us. For them.
I am a third wheel. But I am not. I am a part of this too. Call me a perverted cosmonaut. It doesn’t bother me. I am a part of this. I created this. They created this. She and He were here long before I crawled out of my mother’s womb. I was here before Moon and Sun and Wind had a name. Do you see the loop? The infinite loop? I see you now. I see you so clearly now. You are born.
What will you learn on your journey? What lessons will they teach you? I wonder if you will be good. If you will be awake. Or maybe there will be a darkness we will have to eradicate. Your Mother…your Father….they will try their best. To guide you through the stars and planets and black holes. They will do their best to lead you to the other side wiser than you came.
Moon. Full Moon. New Moon. We all see you. From London, to Korea, to Australia and New York City. Through the chill of Canada and the deserts in the Arizona. The eyes of Russia and the souls of Budapest. We all see you. We all gaze upon the majestic orb that is you. We have you in common. Can’t we start there? And work our way to the glue?
You are only a frack of this fractal. You have no beginning or end. Just like us. Just like source. And it all started with an energy so intense it could not turn away from itself. The sexual energy of the universe and beyond. The energy that starts with attraction. And love. And need. Do you understand what I am saying? I was once told that the universe…space….it’s all a sexual act. Creation is happening all around us though we may not see it. When a star dies, the universe makes a new one. When we leave our material bodies, we move into a new reality. Death then, does not exist.
Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. – Buddha