Sirens; Song of Temptations

Saturday 13, March 2021

The strangest of strange days, synchronicities at every corner. Every stone turned revealed that the other side was not of stone but a surprise reminiscent fracture of the past. As if the world decided to turn itself upside down and invert every angle of possibility. I could not predict, or even come to ground myself for there was no ground… the waters of the present moment swept me off my feet nearly everywhere I stepped. There were brief moments of solid foundation upon which I was able to gather my energies together and breathe, for then at the next breath ghosts would linger on the other side of the street wearing red scarves and whispering songs of romance. Like Odysseus and his men crossing the slopes and cliffs of the sirens and songs; on a boat, I found myself relinquishing every desire for the sacred boundaries of respect frivoled by confusion. At last, I tied myself to the mast but did not blind or deafen myself. I experienced the song of the sirens, entranced by their melody and alluring divinity and form. The ropes loosened gently and I was able to move freely around the ship but not overboard. The course of direction flowed through these peaks, yet I remained ever so enchanted by the songs and sirens that a part of me wished to jump over and swim closer until I drowned in their arms and breasts; the last ephemeral moment, a death and a rebirth in the midst of a dream as the light emanated from the horizon and the boat pushed onwards into the rising dawn. Lights flickering East… looking for port.

I stray into the unknown waters of temptation and compelling desire. Where is the source?