ORaCLE

My oracle: Oh my, how the light fractures you, Every piece, ray, atom, distorted under the river’s rushing surface, Yet the river knows everything that is and does not wait for that which isn’t. You are an obscure entity, An omniscient being, A goddess that drowns and pulls asunder, An empress whose palm holds my destiny. I see you.

When I come too close, You glimmer like the moon: Merciless, lightless, A siren burning in your barrenness. My admiration halts me in my depiction of your essence, For I hold not the ability to articulate the bounds of your power. You drag me backwards, A frightening creature, alien and malign, Something dark and all-consuming. Siren: You soak my soul and seal my fate, You open my mind, Purify me, And submerge me. I come up anew, Ready to bloom, Seeking my answers, Longing to see between the lines as I gaze upon you.

I see you. Watching beyond the creek, through broken branches and brittle leaves, How beguiling your energy of knowing, Being.

It brings me warmth, the fractured light shining as the river embraces you. I no longer wish to see you.

I hope to feel you

In my blood, my brain, my being, All formed from clay and earth, Rushing slow and heavy like the blossoming of a flower. There is an allure illuminated in the shimmer of your existence, A bliss that persists inside of you, Infectious to those who run about the meadows. It strikes me deep. I become the very ether of acceptance, Waiting for it like the solstice. I die and am reborn and seldom sit, Shredding pieces of my soul like someone else’s skin, Spinning a silk cocoon of golden thread. It shines with rebirth as I wind and wound and heal, Bursting forth from my chrysalis That I will outgrow time and time again. Like the cycling of the seasons, I am new, Often unsure of when to turn over my leaves, Often untrusting of sweet suns. I settle down in the cloak of my feelings, Floating silently within myself, Meditating in the luster of my storms. I harbor the energy of good and bad. I know myself and celebrate myself. I become naked, one, and still with the movement. I bloom.

I feel you. I feel it all, The pull, The flight, The fall.

However persistent my gaze, You remain unfazed, unfamiliar to uncertainty clouding my view. There is no here or there. Is anything real?

Only the opposite of absolutes, Only acceptance and release. You accept me, So I feel you, The heat taking over, Twisting, shifting, Pushing me into dissociation as cards unfold, My fate like little flames that flicker and frighten But no longer bring me harm. I run my hands through the fire, Red flowers that rise like smoke. I touch them and run red, Feeling the brush of your fingertips, Your gaze upon me.

The words have abandoned me once again, Forgive me, I want to taste you

In the pits of desire, only fire remains, Flares of a deep-rooted yearning courses through my veins, Charring my understandin g of you, Your brazen stare runs through me. I taste you.

My senses overwhelmed with the curves of your body, Rolling hills and sensuous peaks fill my vision, My tongue abashed at the sight, Hoping the fire consumes my unfurling thoughts. Your energy fills my body.

I can taste you.

The candles cast shadows on your furrowed brow, Inviting my eyes to land upon the ridges of your soul, Staring back and forth, Pulling me in until I no longer exist. Nothing burns me anymore: Not the rage, Fear, Love, Or lust you instill, Not your cauldron of uncertainty. I am let free from a flesh-bound cage. I turn over in my own body.

I am a flame aching to become fire, A severed tether eclipsed, A glimmer alight in my fury.

Oracle: Now you can See, Feel, Taste me.