To Know Your Soul.

Is there any way to know your soul? I once discovered that diving deeper into the unknown to swallow algae and dig up underwater masks hiding in the darkness of our unconscious was the answer.
Life is a metaphor of meaning. We find our meaning in the metaphors we create.
I took a walk one day to fall in love with a star. The coyotes yipped in the nearby desert. A meteor fell to the ground. My eyes grew weak and changed direction with the moon…strengthened, once again, by the matriarchal glow of unity.
When I saw myself through the mirror of time, a celebration was taking place:
Peonies, mushrooms, dancing fairies flitting from mushroom caps to lily pads... Open your window! Come out and play!
Today, I formed a mischievous union with my soul. We burrowed within a hollow log, conjuring magic through the transparent darkness that threatened to enter. I found a soft spot in my heart and drank from the luminous thread of life.
Fear is not welcome here.
When the time came for the sun to rise, the dancing fairies found sanctuary in the same portal of transcendence as I. What called for such a creation?
The wine glass clinked against the log walls. A toast was made. The cells of creation were birthing something new.
What was it?
An imminent space of light pulsed through my blood, my veins, the images of what was and wasn’t within me. Nothing was the same yet everything was just that... No questions asked. No need to answer.
The party was just beginning. The masks, overturned.
You came to me like a whirlwind streaming clear of the summer breeze. Mixing cold and hot, warm and cool, dark and light, shadow and endless beauty beaming through a third place of sight – the vortex of illumination.
Perhaps this union was a merging of hearts? Perhaps a marriage of superstition? Perhaps a label without a need to label at all?
Love was the answer to all the questions never asked.
I am grateful you celebrated too.