Sang Wisdom to the Fire, “Warm me.” And he replied, “Breathe, Beloved,” for he knew her breath was fire too. So she did, and the cycle was complete.
Cried Wisdom to the fire, “Carry me.” And he replied, “Sing, Beloved!” For he knew that the sound of ecstasy was a song he had heard and never forgotten, once, and very soon again. So she did. And the nectar of love filled the worlds.
Called Wisdom to the fire, “I cannot see you! Come to me!” And he replied, “Close your eyes, Beloved,” for he knew that Wisdom is innocent of time and space. So she did, and she remembered.
Thus the magical empowerment of the Divine Consorts was born again, and filled the worlds.
The sweetness tasted again of what has always been- ONE.
Written by JAL Nov 1996
May blessings prevail!
