I have been thinking about my upcoming movie review of Before Midnight. As I prepare to write this post, I have been pondering how films influence my ideas about love, and how in turn , my impressions of love affect my interpretation of films. I finished The Wind immediately after viewing The New World with Colin Farrell and Q’orianka Kilcher. It was one of those films that transports you right into the story, as if you are living within it. I wrote The Wind in 2006, amidst a backdrop of major life transitions and mystical awakenings. The intermingling of spiritual and personal love provided my muse.
You are my wind.
You are the force that makes ripples throughout every minute particle that comprises my body, spirit, and the inner corridors of my flaming, scorching heart.
Your motion knocks me from standing still or holding on to anything other than the barest, deepest, boldest inkling of truth.
God is forcing these phrases out of my fire, out of my pain, out of my wrenching sorrow.
I’ll say it here, I love you like I’ve loved no other. Ever or evermore. I cannot contain this love.
The longing is pungent yet sweet, bitter yet sour, empty yet overflowing to the ends of the encompassing sea.
Wave after wave after wave I ride. Dreaming, longing, melting into the state of You and I.
I cannot remember for even a fragment of a second my existence before your eyes found mine.
I am wandering aimlessly in a rapturous state of desire, untamed by no one but your eternal gaze, a laser beam through my being, only open to you, my flame, my wind.
© litebeing chronicles 2006
stay tuned for my Before Midnight review, coming to a blog near you ….