POEM: Transmillennial Consorts

This one is for all the lovers ❤️🌹✨

POEM: Transmillennial Consorts
By Schuyler Brown
March 2024

Darling,
It’s been a long time.
Maybe decades or even an eon
since we last met like this--
here in the heart. 
Masterful articulation 
of an ancient practice,
based on natural law.
I am yours, and you are mine.
I am mine, and you are yours. 
Perfected over time...
Now, we know all the steps 
to this cosmic dance.
Every lifetime brings 
more grace,
more confidence,
more faith.
Closer to the truth,
closer to you,
closer to me--
beyond those distinctions.
Dissolving and rising 
in love.
Ah! What a realization! 

Transmillennial consorts
come together 
again and again... 
So familiar. 
To refine the ways of love;
the way 
life loves itself,
and lives by loving.
Come together 
to birth worlds;
designed by the heart,
steeped in wisdom,
resonating 
at the frequency of evolution; 
a revolution
of the wheel of time.
The practice is sacred
geometry in human form.
Bodies in motion,
bodies at rest
in each others arms 
for all time 
or at least until we get it right 
really right 
And then?

You
are the most resilient being,
alway walking into battle.
And I am resilient, too.
Destroyed, over and over again.
It's a kind of battle: 
breaking down illusion.
Once, you had long hair.
I felt it between my fingers
as I braided it for war.
Your focus and determination... 
my grasp of the whole...
My insistence on perfection. 
We’re a match made in heaven. 

My only pain now 
is in the forgetting. 
Losing each other for whole lifetimes--
or parts of the whole.
The separation is brutal,
but necessary.
As we spin through experience,
chiseling the masterpiece,
finding a body in the stone,
or a needle in a haystack... 
Come to think of it,
maybe even the forgetting
is part of the blessing 
of remembering again. 
Of finding our way back 
to this:
the ultimate gift
and teaching 
on non-attachment. 
~~~

Joshua Tree this morning, thank you @landing_house