You've asked me to bring all my cares, my hurts, my pain into our love nest so that our love will transform them into gold. Is that how it works? That, no matter what it is, it will transform into gold?
Indeed my ancient sage, indeed!
And this gold, what form does it take?
Ah, my precious one, you are its master! You are the goldsmith, the philosopher, the keeper of the stone. You are the creator, the maker of magic, the voice of abraxas.
This is all too much. I'm sure I do not understand. If I am all these things, why then do I need our love?
Oh, thrill divine! You make me explode with laughter! How tender and fine are your quizzes. Love is your power, your pain and hurts, your material. Love transforms all. And you, Magical Queen, you declare it so! Oh do come to me, let me pour myself over you. Let me shower you with heavenly kisses. Let me pin stars in your hair and litter your neck with rubies. Come to me my love, come to me!
Surely love will keep us alive:-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for leaving a comment Sofia! Yes, if only we focused more on it, we'd be a lot happier :-)
ReplyDeleteHi Lucy, Your blog reminds me of the morning pages I write each day before the world arrives. Very dreamy somehow.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting and your kind comment. Is lovely to meet you.
Did you do the drawing btw, I really like it?
Happy day,
Sarah))
Hi Sarah
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting:-).
Yes, it is my drawing. Strangely enough, the drawings look better on screen than they do on paper.
I look forward to visiting your blog soon...