What do I hunger for most in my life? Connection.
Connection to anything and everything outside of myself.
But in reality, the connection is all internal.
It starts in my core, with the small light that glows there, like a firefly alone on the prairie.
As the night sky darkens, I am joined by another and another, until the landscape is speckled with sparklers of other souls, also craving connection.
We are all fireflies in the dark.
We glow warm and inviting from within,
we send out our spark and wait for the reply.
Each blink sends a shiver to my core.
My light glows brighter and more radiant with each reply.
Like fireworks in the Heart, feeding the hunger of our Desire.
Our edge has expanded and encompasses all we can see.
The truth of our hunger lies in our stomach, in our nakedness.
In the darkness I am no longer a stranger.
I reach out, I touch softly, I alight down.
Branches intertwine around my ankles.
Tripping, I drop down, landing gently on the mother earth, like a bed beneath me.
Blue Bird wings brush my eyelids and lips.
Sun drenched rocks radiate in through my paper-thin skin
and their warmth settles deep into my bones.
I fall asleep and dream that I am a deer. A Winter Stag.
I live in the same meadow as the talking stones.
The standing ones that came before and were frozen in time
By their misfortune and by mythos.
It was the belief of the common people of the times
That sucked all the magic right out of the wise ones.
Now all that remains of them are The Callanish Stones.
The Lama Writings 