Entering Her Vortex Quotes

she closed her eyes and let the chanting of the psalms take over her heart and mind. She didn’t try to follow along or understand anything with her conscious mind. She opened the ears of her heart and welcomed the vision forming in her imagination. She saw the darkness of the universe splashed with a glitter of colors, swirling around in a vortex. She heard chanting reaching up and over all in a flood of love. Love was the moving force of the vision. Then the swirl of glitter came to earth and entered the church through the open doors. It swooped over her, touching her chest briefly, then visited the chests of all the others in the room, monks and worshipers alike. The touch of Love imparted colorful auras to all the people, then it swept out the door on its way to touch the rest of the world, Therese thought. When she opened her eyes, the monks had gone, and her eyes were wet with tears. ​“Thank you, Beloved,” she whispered and hurried to her room to journal the vision.

I have not entered her. From the beginning my desire has not taken on that direction, that directedness. Lodging my dry old man’s member in that blood-hot sheath makes me think of acid in milk, ashes in honey, chalk in bread. When I look at her naked body and my own, I find it impossible to believe that once upon a time I imagined the human form as a flower radiating out from a kernel in the loins. These bodies of hers and mine are diffuse, gaseous, centreless, at one moment spinning about a vortex here, at another curdling, thickening elsewhere; but often also flat, blank. I know what to do with her no more than one cloud in the sky knows what to do with another.