Inspired by others

Sometimes it’s silence, that defines the noise.

There are secrets we tend, kept in dark places. Wires tripped and jolts that drive through our most intimate thoughts. Sometimes an ache for an accepting, firm agent to chaos. Perhaps a secret rage, too impolite to air.

We all have our share.

I want you kneeling here, gratifying My needs. I want your background observance, waiting for the next. I decide. I decide what you want.

The sun will be up in an hour, and I’ll be hiking through trees and whispers. Trees and their tenants on about their life. When I come back from the brisk air, and warm My hands, you’ll be next on the agenda.

Brace yourself. My need is fierce just now.


~ by msmakenna on February 17, 2011.

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