Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
Where our ends meet
We recognize each other,
I to I,
Eye to eye,
We mirror,
We perceive the other,
To understand,
To recognize,
To accept,
To appreciate
Each other,
Sharing our intimate thoughts,
As if they are our own,
With clarity, we separate
But know we shall again return,
To this sacred connection,
For despite interruption
We are one;
our ends meet.
There is beauty
In acknowledging and thereby experiencing
Another’s happiness;
I am happy,
Because you are,
May we find this truth
Whether our joys of origin
Be synchronized,
Or not.
Blessed be.
(Post relocated from my Thepurplepaintedbutterfly.wordpress.com blog)
We were meant to be
I feel it
Yet I hold in my heart
A fear I should have had 3 months into us
When I said
Yes.
I’m exhausted and terrified
Of this all being a lie
Of distortions and cons
That I’ve called life
I’m afraid that by drowning in love
I will do just that;
Drown,
And you won’t extend a hand to save me.
I want proof,
I want trust,
I want honesty,
I want all those things a love as home
Is meant to be.
Today I did a presentation
On radical love,
“A love so extreme it erases boundaries”,
Perhaps that’s what this has always been,
Because the boundaries between us are but marks on a map,
And the oceans flow into one another,
The landmasses are our sailboats,
These are not boundaries dividing us,
And even if there were we’d find a way
To connect,
Thank the stars for the internet
She of Letters 