“Do not conform to the patterns of this world” sang Nina Simone at the top of her fierce lungs.
“Do not confirm to the lack of passion”, it’s how it echoed in my ears, rushed through my blood stream and hit my mind. Like serpentine in the air, ideas dance a beautiful ballet in my brain.
Stronger than ideas are the feelings triggered by them.
I often see love. But love, you see, this very word can describe a number of relationship dynamics in a very wide spectrum.
Love at its very worst performance - and I’m talking here about intimate relationships - is mere respect and inertia. Inertia of staying where you are. Not because it’s good, but because you’re used to it.
That’s infuriating. How dare you spend your sacred time, your powerful sexual energy, your creative force of being staying put, not because it’s where you want to be, but because you can’t move?
Love at its best is fire. In flames it consumes your spirit. It melts your heart. It causes your flesh to sublime.
Like a tamed offering to some delightful wicked God, you are given and you are game.
(Your lips may be breaking into a teasing smile as you read this, if you too have been touched by the fiery hand of passion)
Love of such kind exaggerates the frequency of living to the screaming beep of a racing speedometer. We feel it all, we want it all. Rather than bodies, we wish to penetrate the soul - and blend.
“Before the beginning of time, when there was no thee and me, but only the unified sanctity of us”.
Love at its fastest performance wishes to return to that state of unity. Whilst, as beings made of matter, we cannot clip our souls together, we can, like magnets, bend knees and bodies and swing and twist and shake and tremble and thrust and slip and kiss, once and twice and thrice in a sort of restless suspended carnal daze. Sex is mantra to the bodies - it infatuates us with rapidly flowing energy, then calms us down. Sex is a river meeting the ocean; it is a mixing of different fluids.
Give me not inertia. I see people, young energetic people in inanimate relationship dynamics - simply for the fear of being alone.
Give me not inertia.
If we must feel, then we shall both burn.