Bierschenk Yearly
You will have to excuse my recent reticence, Bierschenkweekly has become BierschenkYearly. But this shall be the case for no longer.
Life showed me every detail of its majesty, terror and grace this year and I was completely immersed, in the most human of ways.
Of course it has to do with Love, love is the catalyst, the result, the beacon and the siren.
I find myself this morning no more near understanding my heart than I was any time in this past year.
The power of love is truly a miracle and quite seriously a curse. Love is equally the Tyrant and the Nurturing Mother, quietly and ferociously oscillating between domineering and freeing the soul of the Lovers.
I had never lived until I had loved and been loved and one fears they may never live again once that love becomes a sculpture instead of flowing waters. Once alive with possibility, hope, change to then become a momento mori fixed in the all consuming and deafening constraint of time and space, edifying something transcendental yet emanating nothing but cold hard stone.
Love has taught me how to feel, to feel more alive than I’ve ever known, to live in a world as sensualists young and old have forever promised. Yet love has also shown me why I’ve never truly loved before. Just as we know love can fill one’s soul with bright bliss and boundless energy, love can take it all away without a trace of remorse leaving you in true darkness.
We can not heal from love because it was never a wound, we can not give it back because it was never a gift, nor was it given, and who will buy something from you when its priceless?
So what do we do? Shall I begin a museum in the depths of myself with the sculptures? A place to go and pray, a place to relish when blissful and to cry when melancholy?
One day I will set fire to this gallery, it will be the hottest fire, a fire to incinerate Satan and Speak to God. When I emerge from the ashes, I will lay whatever is left at the feet of my Queen.
This is love.
Stay in the light, Stay in the love,
Jay