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Journey to the Stars

Posted By on Feb 8, 2015


 

There is something I remember in the lines of your face; secrets etched upon the landscape so often seen by others and yet so little understood.

Oh, what treasures are hidden there.

 

I feel the current gently moving me as I swim in the depths of those eyes, and yet they are only a drop in the ocean of your soul in which I dive eternally deep.

The skin covering you like a well loved map shows the dog-eared pages of so many adventures; marks upon skin worn like boy scout badges showcasing moments in time like falling from your first bike or your home game broken nose.

Each have become a destination point for traveling fingers and nomadic lips wandering the roads of this beloved atlas, exploring every road and paying great homage to each blessed site.

Every movement is fluid poetry, even the ones that are stiffened by time or wear; to these eyes they are a masterpiece carved in  flesh. Whole in it’s splendor, bound together with the synchronicity of ragged breath, pounding heart and unbridled passions.

 

Broken open only in longing, shattering every illusion, unwilling to wear the veils or masks of the past. Desire crashes like waves upon a shore; a storm that is at once exhilarating in it’s power as it is nourishing with it’s life-giving rains upon the parched desert sands.

 

Here is the playground of the soul; the raw, wild expanse of form and feeling balancing on the knifes edge of sanity, rising in the blinding culmination of ecstasy.

Here is a place of unity; two rivers that merge as one and flow like liquid fire to the sea.

Here is a journey to the stars; every sound a prayer to the divine, every act of worship upon the altar of the other in deepest reverence and purest love.

 

This is what they must mean by eternity; this sacred space formed by beating hearts and open souls. These are the moments of radiant bliss spoken in all ages of the world and in all languages.

Opening  my eyes I am struck by a deep truth.

There is something I remember in the lines of your face; secrets etched upon the landscape so often seen by others and yet so little understood.

Oh, what treasures are hidden there.

 

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**Featured in Rebelle Society May 29, 2015: http://www.rebellesociety.com/2015/05/29/here-the-playground-of-soul/

Author: Ara

C. Ara Campbell is a visionary writer, soul guide, cosmic channel, teacher, artist, empath, womb keeper and the founder of The Goddess Circle. She is dedicated to the awakening feminine, living embodied truth and aiding others in connecting with their medicine. She is an old soul that has been writing and channeling guidance from the unseen world since she was young, intuitively soul coaching and empowering using spiritual and natural energies.

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