i love. and love. and love. and i will never not hunger for more, to love more.
it takes all of me yet i need more. than this, than all. this is what they mean when they say that Love is Divine, and the Divine is all-consuming.
and i see, now.
the Priestess of Djehuty, lady of Khmun's waters she was, who told me long ago: to seek (and live in the finding of) the Divine is a burning, an ache unlike any other, and fulfillment beyond all else. --she's right.
would that the fences gave out, and if they so should i would gleefully go-- like a snake from the opened mouth of a trap into the hold of the undergrowth, like Orpheus into the dark, like Romeo's heart to his paramour's window. like Icarus, as lovingly soaring up as falling to the grasp of the waters below.
would that i were unfettered by my love and my love's restraint, (round my wrists and ankles, spider-silk with a mountain's weight) for love does keep me bowed, yet love shall set me standing straight come time to meet my due-- a lifetime yet,...