Rainbow Glow Transition 2
Art by Norman E. Masters
His eyes twinkled with soft wonder as he spoke with her. He saw a rootedness to her -- Bride of Earth and Bride of Heaven, both -- Heaven come to Earth & Earth rising to Heavenliness. She was his Earth; she grounded him; he was her Heaven -- expanding her. Her Body*Song, as she danced for him, sang thru his entire being, moving him intensely, as he'd never experienced before with any other woman. The full suggestiveness of her Body*Song's meanings were strangely elusive to him -- ever-changing, sometimes like a living flame, the way she would sway... other times like the singing wind thru leaves of the almond trees, or like the sighing grasses quivering on the plains, caressed by a teasing breeze... Other times, still, like the shifting grace of cumulus clouds airy & sylph-like... her every movement singing thru his whole being. But it takes two to bring harmony to a song of love & it *spark!ed* between them -- as he felt more of those magickal meanings mystically unveiling in each enchanting meeting with her.. She come unto him as loving Ananda's passionate exuberance. She lit-up for him; he lit-up for her. Spark & fire... burning higher... Whose becomingness was beckoning unto whom? each time they came together -- the Vision & the Promise, fulfilling... seeding each other's needing... "You are my Wholeness," she said to him, "completing me," feeling her own incompleteness, without him. But as a human man with a woman he felt the same towards her... "We are the heartbeat of the Cosmos, infinitude merging with infinitude," he said to her, in reference to their conjunction, both *in* time & beyond time, knowing that the Divine Spouse *is* the Divine Abode, wanting to abide forever in Her. "How vast you are," she said, looking wistfully at him, sensing so very much more, endless complexities of meanings in the vastitudes she sensed within him. She was a lover of the Mysteries & sensed that he was Living Mystery come unto womanity. "I fell into the cosmos of your mind, Ee-sho..." Magdalene whispered. But to him she was living beatitude, enfleshed. "& I rose into your mystic heart, Miriam... We blossom each other. In this blooming... the petals of ourselves, open, wholly, our fragrances intermingling in a merging emergence..."