Distance

Musings on long-distance love…

Cytherean Dreams

Love is an invisible cord that nourishes
no matter the distance.
Connects and feeds and supports life
through dimensions of time and space
scanning thousands of miles
in an instant. Love is my soul
calling out to yours
and hearing an answer
deep in my heart and mind
that you love me too
and feel
the connection between us.

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Daily Prompt: Free

I was asked to define “tantra” recently – here’s a much better answer than the one I gave, I think.

Cytherean Dreams

Daily Prompt: Morphing

Free

I free you.
When I love you, and
transmute the universal light
from heaven down
through energy spirals swirling
through the core of me
the heart and soul
and depths of me
and it flows out
through my hands
my third eye, my sacred
temple and into you
in rainbows bursting
born of ecstasy
and healing, cleansing
rebirth of you, from me,
I free you.
Free is love and tantric fire
and compassion and nurturing,
a shining silver connection.
I free you,
so you can be
amazing.

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Alone

A random post from the past that’s perfect for today.

Cytherean Dreams

The great irony
of my life
is my fear of
being alone, that
I will never have
a true partner
will never be able
to be honest and
have someone else
share my life.
And yet
I work, every day
every hour
every time my head swims
at being alone,
so I can hear
myself
and know my
own thoughts
my feelings
while the echoes of him
pierce my heart
cloud my head.
I laughed when I saw it.
To be alone now
I have to work at it.
And I have no fear
because I’ve found
and I will never be
was never at all
alone.

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Surprise

Nothing will happen, I’m sure.
Nothing will come of it.
He’s too young, I’m too old.
I’m taken? I think?
He wouldn’t know
how to deal with
my connection, my need
to send my energy out.
He just won’t call me
won’t come to see me
or if he does, it will be
just to go and pray
or learn, not for
me at all.
But. It was a happy
surprise, to see
him sitting in my spot
young and intelligent
and kind and full of faith,
looking like my angel
and I’m not sure
but this time
I have to just
be happy
that it exists
the possibility of
a surprise.

Here

It makes no sense
no logical reason but
it feels like you’re here
like I could have
might have the potential
of turning a corner
or glancing over and
there you would be
larger than life still
the space around you
bending, curving in
on itself to make room
for you, force of nature
that you are. It feels
like you could show up
at my door tonight or
tomorrow, come home
where you know
you’re missed and
could fill up that empty
space inside with
the radiant energy
of our sacred space.
It makes no sense
with you thousands of
miles away, but
I feel you here, tonight.