Maybe we are all just made of tears. Of the waters of life. Of the Holy Grail we seek anywhere but within us.
We are made of magic.
And it’s all held together by this fluid force, a vortex of gossamer liquid, a whirl pool, infinite, deeper than the darkness. It is the darkness. The void.
And when we feel the magic it turns the tap on, the sacred blessed waters. Tears of joy, tears of grief, tears of rage or frustration. Tears of joy and love. Tears of mischief making and love making. Tears of hurt and disappointment. Tears that are simply tears on the fabric of knowing, in the weave of illusion.
It’s only God saying ‘hello’.
It’s love. The same thing.
Love. Magic. Love. Magic.
Shall we dive in and swim out until there’s no more horizon? Until we plummet over the edge into only God knows where?
I’ll wear my mermaid suit! J
You bring the whisky and guitar.
Press the magic button and let beauty kiss your brow in a thousand feathered kisses that wake up your sex and set the world on fire.
I dare you.
Heidi Hinda Chadwick
Creativity. Sexuality. Life. Art. Soul. Love.