In Love With The Voices

Rhyd Wildermuth

I wrote this over the weekend for The Wild Hunt.

Love of an other, or others, reminds you are sundered, infinity no longer divisible by one.

And just the same, the Other.

See a crow feather at your feet and hear a god, an angle of sunlight and see another. Hear winds through branches; there’s a third, embers in a hearth and yet another Other.

The moon is no longer just the moon, but also every goddess of her face.  But the moon is also just the moon, but no longer alone, no longer just itself, just as you are no longer just yourself in love.

I have no other way of describing the brilliance of soul-wrecking beauty I’ve seen the last few weeks.

My friend Alley, with whom I stayed this weekend while writing that piece, has a stone in her bathroom with a bit of type-print pasted to…

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~ by Sable Aradia on July 6, 2015.