My deer, stag,
I it is.
It is I binding you in this ecstatic existence, suspended between
the Star and the Satellite.
The sun and the moon; yet, it is you they call Janus.
I am the feminine, arched gate-way granting the descent of your
spirit into matter anew.
I do not redeem, I conduct currents.
The sea of PARChVAL is the conjunction of /K/ and /C/.
I am the sea, KC, the reason
a /z/ becomes /c/
Parzival becomes Parçigal.
Congruence creates /Ch/
Why do you think I remember my name is also /Alice/, at least sometimes?
KC becomes Ch(eth) and conjuncts to /Alice/ through a confluence of circumstances causing me to recollect that I am
A ChAlice of Ecstasy. A grail.
GRAL, deer Parzival.
moon and sun
known to gods and, simultaneously, known to k/NO/w-One.
Socratic circles unaware of one another.
Let us ignore the voyeurs gawking at love’s blazon painted on our lips
We exhibit authenticity in current, capacity, and conduction without being simple exhibitionists.
They tricked you into believing you are the monster and me a prize if pure.
Howl silly they were.
I want your masculine beauty, that prettiness you cannot see,
the feral beast I conceal in my hotly, howling heart.
I show her to few outside the eyes of ewe.
sit beside me and show me ewers.
Let me call you a pretty thing, fellow.
This gal knows objectification as well as the absence of it. All gals do.
It becomes a bore, sweet sorrel.
They taught you the trick of objectifying
Let us trade places, like swapping clothes.
You may become the direct object of the verb I enact.
I will do the work because I want to see if it makes you squirm.
To see if it makes me squirm to do.
The embarrassment of being kindly admired.
The sensation of feeling yourself being eaten by the eyes of another.
Empty yourself so that I can see you better.
So, I can better show you yourself as my eyes see you.
My mirror may reflect the unexpected.
Do not spook, unless you must,
when you discover you are the Dove and I am the female goat.
Why do I think we should go on?
Because what else is there to do?
As far as I can tell, ain’t nothing else happening at all.
Shall we find something which makes us belly-laugh?
Care to cackle along with me?
Cast upon me your strange glances, my deer-man.
My irises drink them like wine intoxicating my soul.
Straddle two shores of consciousness:
with one foot in every-day
and one in ecstasy.
In a balanced imbalance.
Our wabisabi is our Tao.
Tell them that they may call us by the handles
Priapus & Pearl.
Those dummies don’t know that my mantle is reversible.
They only see the dark side, the light side; and they leap to the conclusion
it must be so below, on the underside that is hidden from view,
as it is above.
It is red where the two sides meet.
The red turns green when I see you;
although you cannot see it,
you can feel it as a sudden drop in ambient temperature.
Being bespoke, not beholden.
Not needing, choosing.
Bound in the unbinding of wearing each other’s invisible maverick’s branding.
They will know us by
we move as ourselves.
Our brand is authenticity having no mark burned into the skin.
A silence screaming: simply see and know.
Be still for me and feel the essence of softness?
Make your hardness melt into delicious vulnerability?
I will call you /Sweet Thing/ in such moments, derelict deer.
And, I will wonder at those instants when your eyes cannot meet mine.
I will call them up to me without words.
Your eyes will go wide, then soften to
see me look upon you with such hard eyes.
This is how
my femininity penetrates you.
All this I can do while
to not stomp the little flowers growing underfoot.
These are the open secrets of our Tao.
Inner sanctum unseen by the sleepwalkers.
Methodology provoking zealous jealousy in awoken ones.
They see us and cannot remember
if love differs from devotion.
I can show you how to move mountains.
It is as simple as letting yourself hold my hand.
I hold the world for ransom when I take your face between my palms.
What comes next
Just like Tao cannot be apprehended through words
(only hinted at)
It can only be obtained
through direct experience.