We dragged our mattress out between
the climbing roses
and coupled in the heat of dusk,
two boneless creatures
on the bottom of a different sea.
At last exhausted by the heavy air
and composed for sleep
we played the oldest bed game of them all
connect the dots of light
and find the intention of the universe
Consciousness faded with no clue given.
But a small breeze came.
Exhausted by the heavy air
all night the roses showered on us white petals
white petals answered white stars --
intention revealed in the randomness of falling.
We are only falling, we think we're lost.
At sunrise I wakened to the wrangling crows
and a sky of the most tender blue
flocked with little clouds, identical as sheep.
They glowed on the dawn side cream and gold
and on the night side dove grey,
a sky by Fragonard.
A further clue
to the intention of the universe --
the symmetry of form.
I reach for you,
your body roseskin.
"When a man and woman with significant spiritual and psychological
affinities encounter each other and fall in love, if they have evolved
beyond the level of problems and difficulties, if they are beyond the level
of merely struggling to make their relationship "work", them romantic love
becomes the pathway not only to sexual and emotional happiness but also to
the higher reaches of human growth. It becomes the context for a
continuing encounter with the self, through the process of interaction with
another self. Two consciousness, each dedicated to personal evolution, can
provide an extraordinary stimulus and challenge to the other. The ecstasy
can become a way of life. Romantic love is not a myth waiting to be
discarded, but, for most of us, a discovery waiting to be born.
-- Nathaniel Branden
"If one advances confidently in the direction of their dreams, and
endeavors to lead a life which they have imagined, they will meet with a
success unexpected in common hours." Henry David Thoreau
