He said he didn’t believe in horoscopes, and still he read them. He said he didn’t put trust in their message, but when positive, encouraging, attested to his hope—he followed as if he did, and was not action greater sign than words of faith and one’s belief?
He spoke the reading to her then in morning hour and dawn of sky blue-pink. Line by line, he read the fate of sign or someone else’s dreamed belief.
After, he asked to her, “What do you think of this one?”
She smiled, laughing light as she tousled her hair and looked outward on sky of blush and glow.
“I don’t think you need a reading or sign in the sky for permission to live and be this way,” she answered. “We are free to believe and be as such whenever we desire and decide, but if you needed to read it before you believe it, then I’m glad it’s speaking to you now.”
“What have you felt so far this month?” he asked.
Was she living movement, sensing changes; awakening to the metaphysical and strangeness of transcendence? Did she feel the blessings, joy, of simple consciousness and presence? Did she feel the love, beauty, and true values of herself and all within, the good in life, blessing onward gifted pleasures without judgment?
She did.
Awakened, he knew.
He thought of love and beauty, she before window view, glow of sky blush and shadow of cloud, rouge of her skin, reddening cheek, as she warmed in the dawn and muse.
Metaphysical and psychic, romance-dreams revealed and, gift of grace, he found the words. He wrote them, again and again, and giving time, attention, and spirit to the gifts, further blessings—stories and dreams—appeared.
He thought on the last of message and reading from a sign, “Love, beauty, and true values will fill your life, allowing you to enjoy pleasure without judgment.”
It was the line that spoke to him most-strong.
“The last line,” he began, “do you think I can write them, tell them all—the love and beauty and values in life for enjoyment and sharing of their pleasures without judgment?”
Her smile widened. Rouge of her cheeks deepened. Straight-armed, locked, wrists forward and fingers back in hold to counter’s edge, she leant her body upon their support feeling stretch in the muscles of her arms and tendons of her wrists, opening and loosening in pose-hold. She looked to the sky, meek of the pink-rose blush heating peach and onward into orange, mouth half opened, expectant of words not yet arrived, tongue pressed soft to her back of teeth, tone of its press showing through space between.
“I think you can do whatever you want,” she told. “They’re your stories, or they come to you wanting told, and believing that you will. It’s your life. It’s your passion. It’s the piece that light’s you up. What does it matter what another thinks? What does it matter what another judges? It’s your joy and your gift. Why would you hide it away.”
He listened.
“And if you worry and think I’m the one to judge, know I am not that one…I value the love. I value the beauty, all you make me feel. I love the blessings and embrace of the joy in conscious presence with and opened spirit…Don’t hide that. Don’t draw back. Keep going…”
Those were the words she wished to say, waited for with half open and expectant lips. Receiving, they were gifted—selfless—as he gave of his own words and dreams.
The gift of her words settled a fear, and in depart heart replaced in restore a love.
She felt it in room aura, psychic or metaphysical sense that raised her skin and heat beneath, heightened in every nerve-aware; his raise of skirt of morning robe, the feel of him beneath, warmth of his press—swell and flare—gentle against her own; shift of her body, soft raise of rock and catch to his end, slow ease and set upon; wrap of his hold, forearm wrap to high, plush of her robe pressed and flattened in between; his rock and her take, deep settled on still; change of her arms from brace to bend, forward of her body, support of his hold over high, as she melted in the pleasure and gifting like cloud shadows in the sky—all becoming light and heat; love, beauty, and awe in dawn; pleasure-heaven in the vision.