I am feeling so much love tonight that I cannot sleep. "To sleep perchance to dream?" Not tonight. Tonight I will not dream. Life is the dream and it is so fleeting, so incredibly quick that in a blink I am returned to eternity, losing my chance for the beauty and pain of this mortal body.
The sweetness is so inextricably tied to the pain that I am not sure I know where they become more of themselves and less of the other. It is a gradation of being that carries me from one moment to another in wonder and amazement.
Once I needed adventures, new experiences, new vistas and people loving me with big arms and dear faces. Now they are part of me, filling me up with their presence as completely as the morning dew does the rose. Puddling in my cracks and crevices, rising into the light as it warms me, permeating all around me with the fragrance of our entirety.
I am you takes on new meaning as I recognize so much less me and so much more you. The balance lifts me up, holds me out to the light and I feel the warm fingers of creation rubbing away the dimness, polishing away at this silly reflection I call me. Looking into myself, I see you in the fragrance of the rose, hear you in the sonorous sweetness of the breath, know you in that indefinable moment lying between everything.
Tonight I am the dream.
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