Pluck the Moon from the Sea Bottom

Art Rebel took a risky journey into the city recently.  The risk was to his heart, and the journey was a kind of dream quest.  He wanted to go on a small pilgrimage to visit a little known building on 47th Street that once was very famous in certain circles.  It had been called the Lamasery.  This was back in the 1870's.   But this was not where the risk came in.  What he wanted to do was bring someone he had never met before with him.  Someone whom he met through a dating service website.   Someone who seemed very special.  It was a dangerous journey because Art Rebel has strong feelings, and sometimes they are difficult for him to control.  And the risk as always for him is that he wounds himself when he wounds others.   And he always seems to be wounding someone or other.   Why this is, only the God of Love can tell.   He's not entirely clueless as to the causes, but what the real reason is, it always evades him.   And so he struggles to find someone who will be just forgiving enough to help him find the Divine Sanctuary.  Together.   Art Rebel knows that such a place exists, and he knows that it can be found only by those who have true love in their hearts. It takes compassion.

And so he met her at a little place not far from the Lamasery.   She came in and was more beautiful than he expected, her musical enchanting voice weaving for him the story of her dreams... dreams that he intuitively understood, and which revealed to him who she is within the Kingdom of Divine Idea.  She didn't seem to know it but her dreams were very specific as to the nature of her spirit, and her plight.  He wanted to help her.  And he felt she needed his help, as he needed hers.  She spoke to him from a place that touches the sun and the moon and the stars, and in her story was hidden the music of the Celestials.   He listenned with profound joy in his heart, feeling that he might have already fallen in love with the flower maiden, and he lowered his eyes in an effort to control this feeling, though it was a futile gesture.  Art Rebel's love is meant to shine like the sun.  Together they sat, hand in hand, talking and healing one another for what seemed an eternity - until she pulled her hand away.  And then everything changed, and they came back to earth.  He didn't know why she would do such a thing.  And he failed to mention it, but sat in mute perplexity while the topic of their lives in the world came up, and the problems thereof were discussed over cognac and dessert as the clouds gathered.   They drank a bit too much, and laughing they split the bill and wandered into the night.  Forgotten was the Lamasery.   And in wandering they parted company, suddenly, perhaps forever...