science vs magic

Science tells us:

We do not see with our eyes, we only see what our brains tell us we see.

It is all a matter of perspective. Filtered by your past, your fears, your desires. I see what I want to see, that is the magic of me.  I reject your reality, and insert my own.

Egos are fascinating people.  The ones with strong opinions and loud convictions.  The ones with style and charisma that want to charm you into believing their "sensible" logic.    They flash their lightening romance at me in a brilliant surge of passion.  "Look at me, " they say.  I haven't been seen in so very long.  "Touch me," they whisper.  I have forgotten how to be soft.  "Talk to me, don't talk to me." My mind cannot grasp your surreality.   Yearning for the closeness they crave.  Starving for acceptance.  From anyone.  But not from me.


We live in a do as I say not as I do society

Years of conditioning have taught them to cling to their masks for protection from the vulnerability they see as a weakness.  Clenched fists, become clenched hearts.  So strong in the habit, that they do not know how to let go.  Blessed be their struggle to see the dichotomy. They sleep to dream and dream of life.  When the sun shines its brilliant rays on you simply because you exist, do you instictively reach for glasses to protect your eyes?  Or do you lift your beautiful chin to soak it entirely in...

The chance to be accepted as I truly am begins with me, and so it does with you as well.   Seek not an outside love, but all of the barriers you have built against love.  See yourself as I see you.

Your smell of desire
The softening of your smile
The hunger in your hands
The pound of your feet against concrete
The taste of your tongue
The thoughtful shave
The heat in your eyes

The wonderful way that you get lost
The careful words your craftfully deliver
The soundtrack you provide

The silence you want to fill me with

Rest your head on my shoulder, crawl into my lap, let my spherical motherlove envelope you in comfort and compassion. Bring to me your desperation, breathe it out and into my river to be washed away.

I see you hiding, behind that mask you keep by the door. I see you searching my crystal mirror for reflections of yourself. A deer in my headlights, I see you are afraid, but I do not fear you.

Which wolf will you feed?  What will you do when it looks you in the eye?

I will be a wolf in the night

Sneaking out onto your dock

To release the bowlines and set you adrift

So that you might feel more free

{she-wolf}