An Ode to Life

Dust. It moves with no effort, at a speed that is given to it by the air, gravity and the surroundings. It swirls, floats and simply pulses to another side if pushed. And when (not if) that happens, after a little chaos, it goes back to its usual.

So calming and so beautiful once you really pay attention - you think. You've been watching the dust moving for hours through the little cell window and you have never felt so serene. 

Suddenly, the desire of breathing in, even swallowing that dust arises in you. Filling your lungs and whole body with that shiny air that perhaps was in My body before consumes your mind. The realisation that I share that air, that perhaps I'm even there watching you through cameras on the other side startles you and your heart starts beating fast. You smile and kneel to pray. Just like I told you. 

The freshly made mark just under your right buttock stretches and stings as you get into the position. You don't remember anything except My eyes, My smile and the smell of a burning skin. How long ago was it? You've lost count, even if it wasn't so long ago. You can only count the dust now and your only time measurement is the gaps between hearing My voice. The silence that follows is filled with so much aliveness, so much gratitude and love, it takes long to get back into the serene state to be ready for My next appearance. 

And so the dust is here for you. And so is the hard cold floor. So is the chastity cage. So is the thin mattress and the notebook for your prayers and dreams. 

And so am I. Even if we're separate, we have never been so close. And you have never embraced life as it truly is - beautiful, effortless and full of wonder - so deeply before. 

You crawl on your fours to the notebook and pick up a pen. Facing the door, as instructed, you put the notebook on the altar table and start a new page:

'An Ode to Eve.
Or...An Ode to Life.'

You know I cannot wait to read it.
 
With Love,
Eve