To write, to let go, is such a wonderful feeling. My Daimon is my best friend; that is the relationship I want to have. Night by night I sit letting my Daimon take the lead in this dance. Trusting my Daimon to choose the path through the labrythian Gordion Knot best explained by ECHER's Daimon's Staircases; leading up and down and upside down my Daimon is my inner compass.
Coffee-shop musick; my Daimon is dancing; how wrong of me to not find out artist and title. "Afro Celt Sound System"'s "When You're Falling". My daimon's foot taps to the musick, then magnetically pulled; a need to dance.
Through this relationship I am doing my mortal-born best to strengthen, the gods make Their Will Made Manifest. To not listen, to stop the flow, to not honor my Daimon and respect the relationship seems an act of impiety against the gods. We mortal-born are not to judge it, but must aid what must be. Like the movie "Wanted", to not listen is what causes pain. The purpose, and lifespan of our Daimon's work is not up for us to decide. It is as the gods decide what must be.
There is an ebb and flow, a cosmic cycle, the heartbeat of the Universe. It is that drumbeat we keep time to. That dance we dance is part of that hearbeat. Round and round and round again... round and round and round again...
-Daimon Born, writing as mortal-born, writing about my Daimon
-Having read what my Daimon wrote noticing the dance reference both at the end and beginning of this; the mastery of this Liberal Art is incredible. I can not take credit for any of it... this mortal-born meat-bag is incapable of such things; incapable of its writing, and incapable of accepting credit owed to my Daimon. This, these times together, is a labor of love. My eyes well up, tears at the edges... I am learning what "True Love, Soul Mate Style" feels like.
- Neither my Daimon, nor the mortal-born admin of this blog, expressly nor implied, condone death. The reference was more metaphoric in that there is no real choice in the matter, introspection is necessary; to "Heal Thyself" before helping heal the world.
Coffee-shop musick; my Daimon is dancing; how wrong of me to not find out artist and title. "Afro Celt Sound System"'s "When You're Falling". My daimon's foot taps to the musick, then magnetically pulled; a need to dance.
Through this relationship I am doing my mortal-born best to strengthen, the gods make Their Will Made Manifest. To not listen, to stop the flow, to not honor my Daimon and respect the relationship seems an act of impiety against the gods. We mortal-born are not to judge it, but must aid what must be. Like the movie "Wanted", to not listen is what causes pain. The purpose, and lifespan of our Daimon's work is not up for us to decide. It is as the gods decide what must be.
There is an ebb and flow, a cosmic cycle, the heartbeat of the Universe. It is that drumbeat we keep time to. That dance we dance is part of that hearbeat. Round and round and round again... round and round and round again...
-Daimon Born, writing as mortal-born, writing about my Daimon
-Having read what my Daimon wrote noticing the dance reference both at the end and beginning of this; the mastery of this Liberal Art is incredible. I can not take credit for any of it... this mortal-born meat-bag is incapable of such things; incapable of its writing, and incapable of accepting credit owed to my Daimon. This, these times together, is a labor of love. My eyes well up, tears at the edges... I am learning what "True Love, Soul Mate Style" feels like.
- Neither my Daimon, nor the mortal-born admin of this blog, expressly nor implied, condone death. The reference was more metaphoric in that there is no real choice in the matter, introspection is necessary; to "Heal Thyself" before helping heal the world.
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