Vernal Equinox and Sacred Twins

“The stillness of the hideaway began to work its magic. Night had fallen: the whole world had been entombed by cold. And yet this sheltered habitat was impervious to it. Steam rose into the nightblack, condensed, crystallized, and fell on us like soft snowflakes. We laughed and kissed. When not locked together we caressed each other or poked fun at our aging vessels. Sometimes I think we just slept, conjoined twins still safe and hidden in our Mother’s womb. When again awake our intimate ceremony continued where it had left off. What was it about hot water on a penetrating, bitter night? It was something cellular, a memory stringing back to the to the fiery beginnings of Earth. Then we were only molecular dreams looking opportunistically for each other, binding together to create the compounds of life, our life. Flesh to flesh our bodies still remembered the loneliness of that search and the utter joy of microscopic union. It didn’t matter how complex our form had become, love was the spark of Creation, eternal, exquisite, everlasting.”

Excerpt: Ancestral Airs




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