Interwoven

She loved him. She loved him with such ferocity that it could set the world on fire. Not like erupting volcanoes with hot molten lava pouring over what is, for new creation. No, it was with the intensity of instantaneous combustion. The implosion of what was and what could ever be.

He knew it. They had danced this dance before. The lure and the bait.

Oh how he so enjoyed indulging in the thrills of passion. How he loved her heat. How he knew to push her closer to incineration.

But the Universe was watching. All this time. With the care of a mother who foresees the events to come. Yes, it was written in the tree of life before anyone had even arrived on Mother Earth.

There were different plans for this child of God. After all, she was a transmitter of stories foretold, buried deep within the code of each of our Souls.

So Death was sent. As abruptly and tragic as any event that leaves your heart hanging out of your chest. The volacity of the break causing it to barely hang on. Not comprehending what had to come to an end.

Then she arrived. The new beginning of Life. Possible only by death transcended. None of us will ever know what the whole story holds. None of us will ever guess at what is truly the best. It is only through acceptance of what has been given, that we can experience the miracle of life. Created by its eternal source of love. The fabric we are all made of.

poetry Heike K

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