Be certain that I cannot fill the gaps
For you
Just as you cannot fill mine
We are just reflections of each other
Mirroring a time
Inside a loving space
Where your face is mine
And mine is yours
The same
Energy
Divided between bodies
Meeting each other for the first time
Yet, remembering...
A time
Long ago
Once united...
So you see why I cannot fill the gaps?
For you are already full
Of the unseen
A tangible form of the one
That which was once united
And of which, we are just a mirage
Ever-changing
Malleable expressions
In the desert of creation.
This little blog right here, is simply an exploration of my own human 'design' and a means of trying to express its reason for being! I don't know about you, but I'm curious. Curious about trying, and seeing what happens. Each day is an opportunity to try and align ourselves with our own basic goodness. Every situation, person we meet, is our teacher, our guide to learning and becoming more aware of ourselves. The signposts pointing us toward fulfillment of our reason for being, are all out there. It's simply up to us whether we open our hearts to them. Only we can decide whether or not we try. But life ain't fun if you don't try, so seek, explore, and be eternally curious about the life you've obtained. Be your own adventurer and you will find, there really is 'bien raison d'être' - much reason for being.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Post-girl...
And what of the girl? she said...
And the reply was soft, consoling;
"Didn't you hear? Her job is done...
She asked you step in for her."
"Me?" I whispered.
"Yes. The heart has spoken,
and it requires the work of a woman."
And so I stepped into her shoes,
Ever so quietly that day,
Hoping I can fill the shoes
She spent her life making for me.
And the reply was soft, consoling;
"Didn't you hear? Her job is done...
She asked you step in for her."
"Me?" I whispered.
"Yes. The heart has spoken,
and it requires the work of a woman."
And so I stepped into her shoes,
Ever so quietly that day,
Hoping I can fill the shoes
She spent her life making for me.
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