Puppy love: A gift of a little frog from a boy school mate when I was around 8. Scared to take it on the school bus, I hid it in an empty plastic juice bottle so the driver would not see it. It died and I don’t remember if the boy spoke to me again.
But this love is seasoned; real love that stirs my womb. This man is a man and his love is thick like a velvety band around my heart with the utmost confidence and protection.
This is primordial love. One from beyond the stars and centered in Ancestral dust. One that is patient and understanding. One that survives apart knowing he is on his own life mission, as am I, to experience and gain wisdom; a separation of only seconds on the clock of eternity.
Yet, without doubt, the moment comes within our respected lifetimes, when internalized clocks of longing are activated by fated chaps and the magnetize attraction of celestial bonds calls me to my lover, reunited to finish out the current iteration of our earthly journey together so that we can return home together in time.
Hearts broken; ideations smashed; streets filled with shock and disbelief from our current friends and lovers; yet living without him leaves me with a dampened spark to live and the desire to return home before it is time – ablazed, yearning to be back with source, my divine mate with whom I keep finding and finding again in each lifetime, even after promises to enjoy our current earthly experience without each other. Perhaps this time, I’ve been gone too long, or has he?
And yet even with this cosmological knowledge, being human brings unfolded emotions of love and pain. How then do I hold a porous love returned? One bruised by past and recent hurts that is in itself in search of love as a topical to heal the pain.
I kiss its tears and hold him down as we share the details of our journey. I apologize for not returning sooner, although I tried. I promise to hold on to his words of ‘I will never leave you again.’ And I open my heart for all the possibilities and line it with honey to absorb the upcoming unexpected jarbs of life, so my soul can continue to love him and receive his love that has restored my joy.
This is the story of the Konjourman and Magician- a king and a queen – primordial lovers who arise out of the desert sands to be. To be. To be the embodiment of everlasting love.
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