Just The Two of Us

Tales of Mystic Poets : X

When the heart grabs upon the bold and the mind is prepared to speak of what it considers is sublime delusion, that's when I sometimes find myself saying, ' there are only two personalities to all that I am .... me and DMb. It is however a point that is beyond gender, race, personal and impersonal, love and the experience of merely mind. It is nowhere I know on earth.

It is a point that I sometimes come to volitionaly and sometimes am carried into it, kicking and biting. But it gets easier each time. For the sake of convenience, I call it the point of ' Truth and the Lady.' Why? For many good reasons.

There certainly is a truth to the answers we seek but that truth is defined by the issues and half-truths that preceded that experience and quite often we find that we are simply substituting one form of the truth for another. In that, the expression of truth is pretty much the life that we live, lived without making it a special experience of some significance. A little like the way a lady would live her life.

It therefore is incredibly convenient to classify the experience of truth as a lady. You spent years seeking and searching, then you find the answers you need, gain the fulfillment and then you may still stand for a lady in the commuter because she's carrying too many bags. She is unmindful about so called truths.

That would do it for me on an individual basis but in the social and communal relations, in accordance to the decorum we have come to observe regarding these matters, I think I might speak of the meaning of death and resurrection and on another street, speak of waging the greatest war you have ever fought, within, in your heart and mind.

DMb was just intimating to me the other day that someday, when we are the ultimate species in the universe, we will be hermaphrodite, utilizing fully the mind and heart in a life experience that plays in the universe like its own backyard. But that I think would be another story.