It isn’t that I need guidance
Or advice
It isn’t knowledge I seek
It isn’t power
Or fame or money
I’m not looking for more time
Or better health
Or wisdom
Because I had it all already
and moreover
each day I find more
by forsaking the many
for the one
To be
Within that space
Where the unknown beckons
Better to say
I want to be me
All the way
Because once I told you I loved you
More than anyone
I’d ever been capable of loving
Before
That my capacity for loving you
Had grown beyond the boundaries
You didn’t know existed
And then I latched on
For dear life
As if you were the only one
Capable of receiving that love
But your cup was already full
I had nothing to offer you
Love was not a gift you
Were lacking
—–
So, you know what I did?
I tried to break you
In little ways
Every day
So that MY love
Could heal the wounds
You never had before
And you know what you did?
You let me
Because it was something new
Because pain and pleasure
Were both feelings to be had
And both were better
Than feeling nothing at all
—-
The nothingness
Is the hinge isn’t it?
It’s not so much the being
Alone or even the occasional
Loneliness so much as
How we feel
When we have the space
To experience
The acreage
Of a single blade of grass
Or the surprised joy of a new leaf bud
Or the sheer ecstasy of ripening fruit
Before our eyes
Don’t even get me started on the taste!
The feeling that
We’re not alone
That
Makes us wonder
Where the others
Of us are
The profound sense
Of well-being, freedom, safety, comfort
Fearlessness
That all-encompassing, passionately tender
Eternal embrace
That we try to recreate
With each other
When we finally open our eyes
Enter the world
And find each other
In everything
We touch
too bad
??? Citizen P!
Wow. This hit home. Lovely [poem.
HOORAY, Cathy! I love hitting home. Especially with someone who lives there. 😉
Wow!!!
Happy birthday, Jack! 😉