... Sing on! sing on! and Bacchus will be here Astride upon his gorgeous Indian throne, And over whimpering tigers shake the spear ...
... With yellow ivy crowned and gummy cone, While at his side the wanton Bassarid Will throw the lion by the mane and catch the mountain kid! ...
”Bacchus” // Michelangelo // Bargello Museum // Florence, Italy ”The Burden of Itys” // Oscar Wilde
He’s with me.
He’s with me as I roll on the floor and scream out my heart, tossing around my hair and letting my voice ring out. His voice rings out with mine, clawing the ground alongside me, relishing in wild emotion.
In the feels of dancing. Vigorous motion of my own design, He dances with me. Curls unable to be tamed and eyes that hold a wild desire. Living in the moment of pure ecstasy and love for the art.
In the lows, in the darkness of the most grim corners. In the seemingly forgotten, in the instinct for survival.
In the highs, in the most colorful scenery. Senses filled with a glorious awakening, instinct for living life.
He’s with me.
{ Original Poem for Dionysus }
Matthias Stom (1600 – 1652)
The Incredulity of Saint Thomas (detail) 1640–1649
Isn't it actually so beautiful that deities take the time to try and guide and teach us? How wonderful is it that they care for us so deeply that they'd share their wisdom, knowledge, and insight so freely? I think a deity's love is something to be cherished, and I cherish this. 🧡✨