hierophant hour, volume one
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
the night’s tongue drips with other languages a blossoming in the night is a blossoming nonetheless it is one that does not deny the gaze yet it does not privilege it either sight breeds an innocent arrogance the night cools such hotness and the moon laughs, feasting on the joy of her intimacy with the mysterious and creative force of ever-unfolding time ‘what might we create together while we can?’ she ponders, both pensive and giddy, both terrified and enthused— she celebrates, she delights in all of time’s vastness, variousness, moodiness, tones, in all its many faces and folds the moon dances around this collective fire as though the earth were a star, as bright as the sun, radiating and emanating billions of hearts— open, broken, closed, and otherwise—she dances taking care to note what is wondrous and curious about each and every flame and ember fate invites her to cross paths with
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
a sudden release from what was a hesitant embrace of what is and an anxious dance between atheism and belief
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
we must be frank
the suffering is extreme
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
the earth feels like there has been so much famine
and so little feast
why are you addicted to denying yourselves the feast?𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
on a darkened paper, smelling of rose, an ancient sentiment speaks:
to be surrounded by love is the heart’s delight to be surrounded by love is paradise paradise is the abode of the blessed we are each other’s shelter in this world of rain
rose bearers, love dwellers—the communal body calls on the attention of your hearts. paradise is ours to practice.
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
find a friend and turn this world upside down our ancestors walk hand in hand with our will to live and let love may our practice, our prayer, be as insistent as the pain— it is our birthright to feel heaven beneath our feet it is our birthright to feel heaven reverberate throughout our bodies it our birthright to relish its taste may we evolve may our choices grow sweetness may we emulate the harmony of time may that sweetness cover the earth and repair repair repair
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
missing you today flower petal confetti beside your roses
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
and i wonder if i can i wonder if i can survive this sick and defeated world... all so i can hear a friend laugh as we eat a warm meal the chill rain drumming in celebration of winter's advance
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
lucky encounter salt laced breeze swept into nose today’s favorite smell still as a tree wind washing away logic sudden temperance still as a tree wind washing away logic sudden remembrance
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
there are forces that reject freedom with a passion and yet they are no more persistent than forces that embrace freedom with a passion
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
flirting with life, time, inner worlds
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
the sun, the moon, the earth mercury, venus, mars, jupiter, saturn—everyone! they will not live forever redirect your gaze, please redirect it the sun, the moon, the earth mercury, venus,mars, jupiter, saturn—everyone! they approach death too wouldn’t you rather spend time showering all of this with your affection before we’re gone?
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
you need not suffer i love you in your aching as much as your ease
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
may all the sensitive hearts out there continue to unfurl, becoming a blazing bloom that does not choose to relate in a way that is desensitized and de-spiritualized. may we revere being. may we revere this experience. may we revere and respect the earth. may we have true gratitude for our luck to have each other for this limited time and may we act like it. may the gluttons perish and rot so that new growth may arise out of their decay. may they be forced to return to relativity. may they be humbled to the highest degree. may weapons manufacturers perish, rot, and be humbled to the highest degree. may cultures, attitudes, and systems of elitism, supremacy, and violent subjugation be alchemized into a benign state of existence. may the heat-wave of the blazing hearts, the wave throughout time and space, warm up the greater dynamic, reminding everyone that we feel—that warmth and love and enjoying this ride together are always possible and are a shared aspiration with 1000s of years of precedent that will never die. may we grow heaven on earth, where it already resides.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
devour beauty like your life depends on it savor every bite
𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
don’t try to make sense of it all. show the mystery some hospitality and care. keep learning to meet it as it is.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 thank you for reading hierophant hour, volume one.