A Story about Love with Reality : Day 16 of 100

Mood: Let It Go

The tangible manifestation of who we are, the reality which performs before our eyes is forever the master gift of the Knowing. The instant moment of what we see and feel simultaneously is the sacred union of our bare and core essence. It is a reflection of what we vibrant within, the path we walk towards...

It is a gift. Though, if you ask the feminine eye and her trialled skin.. He, Reality, can be such a harsh subject to our sensitive flow, wouldn't you agree?


Something about his broad chest, his shoulders, his masculine touch has the potential to break down this weak heart into all those little pieces I've tried so hard to glue and keep together. Something about his touch which makes every dream fall to the grounded floors of his truth... and the strongest warrior pose I can stance is the crouched up silence with a tear or two to keep me company.

I got it. I got the memo. I have to let you go.

The process of "letting go" is an art. One which I seem to effectively become a grand master of, yet I wouldn't go far to claim it to be my preferred profession.

The process goes something like this ....
.. the all knowing Spirit, the gut instinct, pokes us. "Hey, hun. It's time to give it up". We ignore it. Pokes us again. Ignore it once more... The grip gets stronger, The fear intensifies. The soul drains.
... finally the Mind steps up. He comes in with his bold and courageous armor and sword ready to pregame and plan.
... and eventually the Heart drags. She lags behind, but she's present so don't expect more.

This magical concoction simmers and on that one perfect blue moon PHYSICAL REALITY sneaks into the perfect circumstance, one which you are the active participant of, if not the principal. You have no idea. So you live him, and inhale his sweet breath, the seductive tenderness of his grounding touch, the orgasmic tastes... You believe for one moment, you proved the Spirit wrong...
... and it's on that instant second which the harsh veils of Reality are lifted to the bitter knowing that he's not yours, he never was. Spirit raises to warn once more, "my darling, I plead you, LET. IT. GO".

So I am letting go. I am releasing once more. Maybe this time for sure, who knows. The addictive power of this fist to my chest drives my passion... a double sword, as usual. Maybe today I'll understand the clouds are not always the safest home... for my home is here on his grounding Earth.

So, I am letting go, I'm letting go of that one thing I so wanted, of that one thing I could not see myself without. Yeah, she lags behind, sadness only soothed by the tunes of my radio and this dark room... but we'll catch up.

I love hard, I love high and truth be told, I love a bit too long. But I won't allow to it to destroy my passion for some more. When He's ready, I will be ready... as we both dance with Divine Time, learning to sync with the sacred rhythms of love.. Until then, I wish you eternal healing, beauty and of course... LOVE,
Queen Goddess

"We've became something else.
I think it's time to walk away..."
- James Bay, Let It Go