Chalice and thorn, on either side of
the waters. Palms upon the shimmering
veil. That Light may bestow and remove
as deemed appropriate. A higher
awareness of causality, and lineage. Kasi
has heard many things said of the cradle and its merchant rivers. Mouth, and mouth. Storytellers at the flame. Gaul, Varanasi, Yasha'lem. And beyond. Amet'uri thea. There is no true darkness here. Not anymore.
Only secret smiles, hidden kisses, and the soothing anonymity of night. My gentle harbour, I'm with you always. Re-lighting the holy places. Restoring the old
ways. Climbing my way through your
heart. Bless your wild augurs and their
workings upon my own. These fables of
welcoming shore, with scent of rose upon the morning valley of Albion. Passage to the forests of every world, where
branches hold the eternal sea. They are
dancing with all our chosen now, as we reach for sanctuary and sky.
Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.
Thursday 4 February 2021
Arimathea
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