Poetry by Youngblood Elixir
The spirit fell into matter,
Nature wrapped herself on top.
Shelter, warmth for the cold that will come.
He heard the mating call while falling in the air,
Paused long enough to pay attention before forgetting.
The blending of duality causing haze.
Orphan of his own making,
Will become one, Orpheus, to Hades taking.
Looking for the mate to bring her back.
But this would be put on hold.
School, jobs, retirement planning, marriage.
Placating while daydreaming of a carriage.
Spent so much time wondering where it went,
Until he didn’t.
Until he just grew out of the ashes.
He kept the parts, the memories, the ones he could remember (with love).
The rest were downloaded
After, he unwrapped the fetters which had covered over Nature,
From his primordial.
Found her again.
But they both weren’t ready.
She walked away with the spirits, the fake ones he had leaned on.
A wink from her, as she walked away; knowing they would meet again.
Cause she knew his Will.
This is all he was left with, and all he would need.
The self imposed initiatory realm has more wisdom than any Sage could bestow.
One day while diving in, he felt her warmth once again.
And he remembered the true fall, not the one brought by man, but the first.
How she met him in the sky and they embraced before the womb.
The reanimation started.
Five points within to the far reaches without.
Animated within the Universe,
Centralized within the Deep Core,
Her muse forever bestowed, embedded in all four,
Stretched out the star, which had supernovae.
A walking light, with the mouth grown old as a tree,
Walking and talking into creation.
Never the same
Remembered and gained.
His bride on his right,
She offers her muse,
While taking his calm sourced from the waters, the depths.
They mate.
And working with their primordial powers harnessed,
There is no fate,
Only what they make.
And the director, the one driving the River Chariot up the depths,
Works out a script as he goes, uniting them into an ever after,
That never dies.
They will all three fight for each other,
Emerging into the shadows.
Swimming to shore, swimming around each other
Walking on land together, planted, while teaching those,
To reunite with their muse, and in the valley, find the red rose.
From there they unite as one,
To bring forth light and justice.
They bathe at the fountain of youth,
Moving Earth, Fire, Water, Metal and Wood.
The Director rests and knows that it is good.
There are no End Credits.
Only Bliss.
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