I am adrift, hungering for an answer, yet aware I know things now.
Silverlove is one of the most beautiful things I know. It's a way of being. It plays through my relationships, my writings, my art. It trusts this curious universe. It encompasses the spurt of love theory. It laughs with the little sisters, breathes their wonder and play. It's like the divine breath, yet that breath is just one aspect. It's my love for Sarah, and my love for Finn and Talon.
It's in black love, for really the love in that story is silver, or becomes so. It's in Silvergirl (she's so beautiful!), it's in all my goddess & god musings, it's in my magical love for my silversisters, silverbrothers, spiritfriends, for all the faery crystal fragments that dance alive as friends or myth (reminded by Rory's poem), for the fleeting awe that is human playfulness, for those divine moments I lie back stunned and utterly consumed and part of the whole.
It's in the edges of my vision, where light plays. Silverlove is a mythago, an idea, a seed of consciousness and also the whole tree. It's deeper than truth and laughs at boundaries or limits. It's in the beat of my blood. It's the earthdream, the universe's awakeness. It might be the first song. It dances in my fears and reminds me, gently.
wa la ka aya de marama yiiiiiii
Now that I am Here, what will it teach me?