A Prayer to Dibella

Trying my hardest not to make a sound, I started my meditation. Beauty is not merely an act of seeing, it is an act of smelling (earthy smells of dirt and stone,) an act of listening (shuffling steps and rumbling voices,) an act of tasting (vegetable soup with a hint of Colovian wine,) and feeling (tremors in the earth and my own fingers caressing my skin.)

I focused on the feeling of the coarse rags against my legs, slowly rubbing my thighs together. My fingers in between, seeking the pleasures that our lady has taught me. My breath quickened and held my hand against my mouth to muffle my prayers, which would only draw attention to me. Besides, Dibella doesn’t need loud praise. Within my pleasure my mind drifted to the soldier. Strong he was, and powerful, and kind. And I saw him lift me up, his strong arm casting everything from the table, growling his inner language, his love spilling into me. Then, Dibella entered me, and for a moment she and I were one, gasping at the sheer beauty of life, trembling as the earth.

All flowers and summer breeze she was, the Passion Dancer, her golden hair swirling around her as she moved. Magnus’ rays licked her feminine shape lovingly, as the taste of her was the taste of love. Her silver laugh echoed through the starry night. Her eyes shone for me, taking me in her arms, pressing her rosy lips against mine.

“Dance with me, my love,” she sang into my heart. “Move your body against mine, in tandem but in opposition, for harmony is strife, and pleasure is pain. No light is there, that lives without shadow, and no colour without the others. Let us drink of each other.”

And I drank of her, and she drank of me. Of warmth and affection made into an art, she taught me. Of the Thousand Different Kisses, of The Arts of Hands and Fingers, of The Kneadings of Needings. How to open oneself to the pleasures unknown, how to share the treasures of love. And then, once again, we fell into each other, melting together like love and lust, higher than the Throat of the World. For a moment I floated there, breathless and weightless, just thoughtless body, and then it crashed over me like a red hot storm. I shook, for a lifetime, as the waves washed over me.

Then she left, and her divinity with her, leaving me in flustered pieces.

I understood.