I surrender.
A tree reaching in, branches haphazard,
Tangled fragments unifying into one solid
Mass - a whole - twisted and beautiful,
Reveling in the dusky darkness,
A dark so dark that shadows are obsolete
Yet fully illuminated.
Within this dark, lush place
I have kissed the force of the Underworld,
I have been penetrated by demons, god-like
In their majesty, the Creator the Destroyer,
Breaking me again and again, making me strong,
Giving the gift of other-worlds, of seeing beyond seeing,
To face the harshness and not shatter.
I no longer fear the dark.
This is the path through the forest,
The half-poisoned apple in hand,
Raised to lips -
The initiation into being, into a deep sleep
Of mythological proportions,
A long, slow-growing dream
Where I am no longer a Woman, but a World.
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go