my attention is refracted as light through cut crystal. Lovely, new bits of radiance falling in almost predictable patterns, but fractured focus, nonetheless. my thoughts go from demand to demand until i lose sight of that which is most important. i flit from each of these small rainbows to the next until He commands my return to the source of everything that dispels the darkness.
my wrists and ankles bound to the four posts of His bed, i am staked out as an object for His taking. my eyes, closed behind the velvet blindfold, see only impenetrable black. His deep rumbling words reach me now in this place of sheer focus.
You have forgotten what is most important, My girl.
You have attended to any and all that called for your response, and it has only brought you here.
His words soothe me, yet i know that there will soon be a means of His choosing doing the work of returning me to my first Love.
The pin pricks roll across the soft instep of my foot first. i know the wheel well; its pain will soon do the work my fickle mind refused.
He speaks and His words surround me in perfect, unseen Iuminosity.
I am calling you back with each biting sting.
I refuse to leave you wandering aimlessly, serving lesser gods.
Rule Number 14: i will not hesitate when responding to my Master. my focus is important to my growth.
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