It always happens on the 5...caught in traffic...nothing that attracts me on the radio...trying to keep from using my phone as a drug...i'm stuck with myself...as the claustrophibic realization that 'wherever I go I take myself with me' kicks in...POP...I'm in another dimension. Today it happened right around the Citadel.
I watched as she untangled her thoughts. One by one the damp strands of experience had come together to form the slavery of patterns. I watched from the shadows and wondered if she knew I was there as her gentle stroking began to heat the chains of belief. I could feel the electric intent of her personality dancing with the force of her future. My breath was quickening as I felt her unbutton each layer of her story. She was gently undressing her definitions as if in preparation for exposing the secret places to her twin flame for the first time.
Could this be for me? It should be for me! I am the one watching. She has to know I'm here.
Then in one swift and graceful swirl everything dissolves into one beam of light that strips the darkness from my eyes. Face to face we are luminous in our inability to hide. Naked. Uncloaked. No more stories.
Drenched in the overflow of mysterious possibilities. I search for the perfect words of greeting as we meet anew. Time stops as her lips part and her breath conducts her throat and tongue to sing the first sound ever put forth in a brand new moment.
"Can I help you?" she says... and I am enveloped by her selfless desire to serve.
"Big Mac and fries!" I sing out as I step into the realization that I am embracing all that is human and all that is divine in one fearless release of rational beingness. From the shadows and into the light my true being is vaulted into the AMEN of existence and I find myself hopeful that the McDonald's girl loves me too.
It always happens on the 5.
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