This is a ritual

fall back into a place of abode.
cleverly placed items, strategic all around.
I know it to be true.
Organize the space and leave it...
move onto the other things...the less mundane.
The laughter, it resonates outside, my neighbors can hear me.
I don't care.
The stars, they shine through the wintery clouds...
passing quickly with much dexterity.
I wind down.
Fast forward, it's here, the time in space that is suspended
and sustained, the fruit of labor, ultimately.
My favorite place of relaxation.
Late nights and sometimes early mornings, reluctantly.
I jump into bed, my hair falls all around me.
The candles gleaming in the darkness, creating soft whispers against the walls...
shadow of beautiful hands.
The light is magic and carries the conversation in my mind.
Translucently.
Music moves through me.
I let it penetrate.
Fascinatingly, positively....
i have nothing to hide in this refuge of a creation.
The dynamics of this set up, it's nothing less than great.
I only fear not having it anymore.
The smoothing over of mind, resonating of soul...
it all bounces off these walls i found in my path of faith
my quest to find a better perch for my urban lifestyle.
and you are right in it.
waiting, on the balls on my feet I fall back on the cushion of my heels,
breath taken out of me.
I found it. I am now suspended spiritually, for better or for worse.
I am on the tips of my toes, reaching.
I descend with more...I let go of being 'absolutely sure.' I just wait now...and fill
my lungs in the process, discerningly...
The cushions, I lie. The bed, I sit. The table, I eat and access speaker phone.
Moving through the mundane, searching for the depth to the illusion that
has been created so many times before...missed in the process of getting to know you.
I am going to crack it with understanding the ritual...
but from now on....
on the terms of my divine spark.
Not yours.