kiss earth, touch sky, know love

Drive or walk through a canyon. Now, reach your hands out on either side and feel them joining with the walls of the canyon. Arch your neck back and release into the abandon of full body of world, ages-shaped rock-and-soil vagina, ecstatic loins through which you breathe. Give yourself. Give yourself up and out to that, and ye shall know your home. You have never been separate. This body and mind but a sensual interfolding out unto undulate cascades of geographic self tumbling blue through the stars. Feel your hands melding and melting into the canyon walls, their large thighs your wings, your cross-arms hung upon the tree, your abandon of self to self. Small self, water-droplet, to ocean self, tides, and back again. Do this, and you find true religion. Do this and you become priested by rocks and breeze themselves. Do this, and the All ordains you, with a crown that cannot be taken away by human hands. This is the oldest, the oldest page of that great shamanic faith rolling back to the annals of stone age werman and woman, where we follow in the footsteps of God, the wizard-tripped along wind's suspense for nine nights. Knew all, became all, gave all ; thus, unto him was given the high seat in the heavenly halls. There he sits entranced giving forth self to transformal animal becoming, making love to every creature through deep caress, actually entering into them, and experiencing them from the inside-out, most profound metamorphosis from being to being, wandering through wide world, touching, caressing every aspect of beloved Earth. So follow in the footsteps of Wizard God, and know thy larger self through Earth, arms like wings twirling in the black star-studded void.

It is perfectly ok for you to fall in love. Do not let scoffers forbid it. Do not let the blind taboo it. Folk such as you and me have fallen in love for ages and ages, and it is a natural thing to do, for we are meant to be transformed by beauty, mysterious, perilous, as this existence offers ; and I wish it for thee, beloved. For belief is but falling in love, and not the caged mind cloistered in slogans. Belief is opening wings and taking flight in love of all that is, kissing the feet of the Earth in thanksgiving that we are beings who can feel all of this. Kiss earth, touch sky, know love.