Scream

The ancient mystic poet Rumi once wrote something to the effect of: we don’t meet the love of our life; we have carried them with us in our hearts always.

The shaman warriors of ancient Mexico believed that death was their constant companion, the silent witness to even their most menial task.

Whether it is soul mate or eternity, the gods and goddesses we have created and forgotten over the years, or the ghosts of those who have passed through and are waiting to pass through again, I have felt that omnipresence. I have felt the cameras trained on me in the rain through my night-time soliloquy, and felt the presence of a director, intent and silent with jaw clenched as my various dramas explode into climax and silence. I have fallen asleep sending prayers to faceless princes and princesses, dreaming of them and their solaces and knowing they were only an encounter away. We have all known the shared smile with a stranger that says just briefly, this moment is ours and will always be, or the penetrating look from someone you’ve never seen that suddenly says “I have known you; or could”. I have felt the silent he, she, it, the eternal death lover it may be, flee from my questions, built from my klutzy language, only to return in my times of quiet to whisper the wisdom it wishes to share across my skin and envelop me and my fear.

And somewhere in there is the subplot of our existence, the esoteric aspect of things that seems so intricately crafted that we can hear the laughter of the guide at our side, and we know that whatever we may call her, it is utmost that we befriend her.

Myself, being an extremist of poetic proportions, say we should celebrate this sweet being with the fervour we normally reserve for orgiastic summer holiday weekends. I want to throw lotus petals at the feet of the Warrior Princess. Oh nomadic mystic, oh fantasy slut, I want to take your goddess, god, om self to my breast and make you my queen.

Let us all then send some laughter and lust and heart wrenching emotion into the universe for all that we cannot see.

Scream with me…