The King Bird and His Beloved Sun: A Story of Eternal Longing
a tale of love, longing, and the eternal dance between fear and surrender. It explores their magnetic connection—one of ascension and descent, shadows and light—as they search for unity through lifetimes, guided by the rhythms of nature and the essence of their shared soul.
Flame or fall
This is a story of love and longing
Between the King Bird and his Beloved Sun
The mistress of the seas,
Blue flaming Rose
To which he is both drawn to
And yet unsure who is she
The ONE?
Or will he BURN again ?
And come down crushing?
With heart becoming colder
Every time he is down
Can he fly again and touch the Sun?
Ocean and the sky
King bird with the heart of deep blue ocean and soul that of endless sky
The one who holds the sun and all her flames and fires
The peekaboo games between her living in the up and down
Ascending and descending from the depth of sea to sky
The journey that to uninitiated seems chaotic, intense and terrifying
But once you truly look is perfect in its design
Unique and deeply layered, veil after veil
Yet so simple, singular, consistent at the core.
At first obscure but soon with revealing the predictability of it’s rhythms
Among the ever-spiraling up evolve of musicality built into the symphony of it.
Veils of truth
His presence has an element of it as well as the potential
to be her point of gravity and ground zero of deeply felt safety and protection.
Yet more often than not he is terrified
of the entanglement of whirlpool of addiction
And the heavy burden of holding her as both ocean and the sky
The one with whom she plays gliding over waters
Hidden in the deep darkness of his heart
With memory of light
Glow of stars and bioluminescence
And his almost insatiable infatuation
With her dynamic tapestry
Of shadow and the light
He oscillates between the yes to love and fear
And all the stories of “is she the one, it is all real or in my head,
Am I wrong or right, can I step into this,
Is she even worth it, is she the one, what is the truth, where is the light?”
In all this mental exercise he forgets that neither sky nor ocean labor
And ignorance is heavy while truth is light
WhAt Does the sun want?
While sun craves at times
Peace of depth and silent quiet
She wants to die in every breath
Knowing that she has lived fully
To burn so bright, to be herself, to have no fear
Comes at the cost of wanting to dive into a silence
Also fully
RIse in the morning
Fall at night
Death is inevitable,
Even if we play into delay and push aside to the very last moment.
But once you've tasted trust,
There is nothing better than to die in the arms of love.
A COmmon thread
And something else they had in common
The star and bird
Besides traveling and flying though the sky
They both insanely craved and were afraid of love.
And one day, both of them
Will wake up from this dream of confusion
Apart and longing
Remembering their origins
Growing as a pair of two in the amniotic heart of distant Star
There, growing inside of it, was also his beloved,
Who became herself a flaming star
Two separate, becoming one
Sharing every breath and movement
Were together
From before the time
Two flames of peach gold and blue grey stripes of soft pink and purple
The Essence
She was a bloom of roses
Honey smell
The smoke of fires mixed with sandalwood and amber
Intoxication of all your senses
Thousands of arms caressing you from all directions
Unbound
All around you and everywhere
A waterfall, a gazer gashing with expression
Loud like the swamp of bees
His smell was deeper, quieter
A bit more understated
Dark earth
After the night of heavy rain
Moss, cedar, hint of the seaweed
Sage
High notes of jasmine
Cool, fresh morning
With the undertone of peace
Eternal return
They shared wombs of earths and stars so many times
Sometimes born as two,
Sometimes separated
Born as one.
King Bird and his beloved
Blue and flaming rose.
and his never-ending quest
of coming home to her,
Of coming towards the one
As if if only seems that he is flying away
When always he is flying back towards the one.
from The Odyssey of my Love
