Day

Ignite the flame within and the path clears. 
And I say unto the rose, command me!

The path is coastal, everywhere is alive.

Ajaccio exalted me, hereby I retire my soul in sunny perpetuity.

Becoming and unbecoming, a veiled mystery bride to a handsome male figure representing the cosmos.

I hold an occult instrument, likeness attracts likeness, here I am standing and watching.

Behold the white nights, maddening to the moon dwellers, to the wolf packs, to fragile relationships.

I grab my staff, turn into pixels and blend into the hallucinogenic mass. I try to become a rainbow cluster. My pointy hat and I, my magic wand and I, I turn around and look at earth; what a beauty!

The mirror disappeared and the child is reabsorbed into his parents. A flash of an unpolluted mind, a free mind turned up and went away in the poof of anonymity.

Night

What you feel is a doorway, the deep blue will show your psyche its longing in a mirroring lagoon and will make you aware that you are not alone.

I speak to the night, the night is eternally me. I am eternally it. It can be visceral, pure, kind, unforgiving.

The curtains touch the wind, and as they flow they whisper to me to speak out. They want to know my innermost everything. They want to illustrate it in cloud formations as I tell the stories. And I finally let them. I pour out my emotions drawing from a deep well. I get shivers as I do. I feel tears down my face as I do. I cannot pretend to be brave when I am this bare.

I am well accompanied by my velvet cushions and my long dark hair. I feel the candles flickering. I feel through perfume the woman in me split into fragments and each line turning either silver or gold and at last becoming transparent.

I heal as my senses interact with Mystery.

Mystery reigns.