Home
You are there. A comfort. A light. A gentle warmth from deep inside, that sends butterflies to stroke me with their wings and dogs to chase me from the wrong path. A reason to be here, on my own, in the stillness. The lapping of a heartbeat; out there somewhere, with the answer that cannot be spoken, and cannot not be shared.
These words ring hollow like a song from the bottom of a well. I know where to go, can see the sunlight but cannot climb out. I am swimming in crisp, clear water but don't know how to drink, so I may die of thirst before I drown. Its not my choice, it makes no sense, but there seems no other option. The rules are made for me- there is a guide and a method- a rope and a bucket, yet somehow there is no will to climb. Each effort is followed by a weakness; a scraped knee, a stubbed toe which has me back again thrashing in the dark.
The answer is love that cannot be expressed, but only felt through this body, something far beyond the physical- where we see through each others eyes and feel through each others skin, our thoughts combined in a pool of understanding. We can understand clearly this way. Its a depth, a breadth, a width, beyond space, beyond measurement, where energy is pure so that form vibrates like light and blends together with vibrancy we cannot see with eyes, or hear with ears, or feel with touch, taste, smell, or even examine with our mind. Yet it's there underneath the silence, inside and outside the space between us.
We can hear silence if we listen, and if we know the one who hears the lonely listener- then we are there together for more than eternity. We know more about each other than words can ever express; we know the true nature of the other as well as we recognise ourself and understand their truth as the same as our own. The differences no longer register as important because what you want and what I want come from the same place, and go to the same place. Quietly, together, now. Home.
These words ring hollow like a song from the bottom of a well. I know where to go, can see the sunlight but cannot climb out. I am swimming in crisp, clear water but don't know how to drink, so I may die of thirst before I drown. Its not my choice, it makes no sense, but there seems no other option. The rules are made for me- there is a guide and a method- a rope and a bucket, yet somehow there is no will to climb. Each effort is followed by a weakness; a scraped knee, a stubbed toe which has me back again thrashing in the dark.
The answer is love that cannot be expressed, but only felt through this body, something far beyond the physical- where we see through each others eyes and feel through each others skin, our thoughts combined in a pool of understanding. We can understand clearly this way. Its a depth, a breadth, a width, beyond space, beyond measurement, where energy is pure so that form vibrates like light and blends together with vibrancy we cannot see with eyes, or hear with ears, or feel with touch, taste, smell, or even examine with our mind. Yet it's there underneath the silence, inside and outside the space between us.
We can hear silence if we listen, and if we know the one who hears the lonely listener- then we are there together for more than eternity. We know more about each other than words can ever express; we know the true nature of the other as well as we recognise ourself and understand their truth as the same as our own. The differences no longer register as important because what you want and what I want come from the same place, and go to the same place. Quietly, together, now. Home.
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