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April 26, 2009
The day after writing Trails, I was sitting in the Kensington Market park, very close to where I spent perhaps the best year of my university career. The day was beautiful and the park was packed: children playing, a drum circle, some people playing guitar, a girl painting, and smiling youth all around, sitting in twos and threes and groups, chatting and laughing and greeting their friends.
And me, a lone stranger in a place where once I lived. Perhaps that explains the bittersweet nature of what follows. I won't try to say what it's about because ... it's about a lot of things.
A Tonic for Lovesickness
Deepest desire, sweetest yearning,
Finding you was a blessing
I've spent my whole life earning
And now our souls are burning
But out eyes are caressing
As one we're undressing
Sacred ryhthym, resonant harmonic
Synchronous fate, sensual and platonic
Everything I've done, everything I've learned
All the pain and sorrow, whatever truth I discerned
It was all to lead me here,
From where it all flowed
The fulcrum of my life
End and beginning of the road.
And even when we've only just met,
It's like we've been together a thousand lifetimes
For your eyes are infinite
And every moment with you is fresh.
Together we'll be One, and a million other things
We'll grow and change and we'll be free
For we have no need to bind ourselves with rings:
What mortal oath could exceed this divine alchemy?
What need to force what has always been?
When I think of you my heart sings.
We've been together a thousand times,
And every time was new,
A thousand worlds, a thousand dreams,
And every one of those dreams was of you.
As these words take form I know not what form you've taken,
For we have yet to reunite,
The separation is agony,
But I feel you out there, and that alone delights.
So until that eternal holy moment
When our gazes, flesh, souls and lives touch,
I call to you from inside my heart,
Sing this song with all my poor art,
Knowing not how or when,
Only that we shall be together again.
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— Apr 27, 2009
i am deeply touched by this post. it made my skin prickle, my heart flutter, and my eyes well up with tears. thank you for bringing this beautiful feeling to words, and sharing them with us.
"We've been together a thousand times,
And every time was new,
A thousand worlds, a thousand dreams,
And every one of those dreams was of you." i feel this section really defines the entire poem. i like also how you use the term "fresh" a few sections above. isn't it absolutely awkward and humbling to feel that you have always known someone, and yet to always feel you are meeting them for the first time every time you do meet? i mean, i am used to feeling sacred, ancient connections to strangers, but it is altogether different to feel that in the deepest sense mixed with the overwhelming "fresh" and "new"nes of each encounter or thought of that person. delicious!
~*Ibss*~
I'm glad you liked it ^_^.
— Apr 28, 2009
I'm glad you liked it ^_^. Sorry I can't leave a longer reply but I'm tired and wading through viral delerium at the moment and so ... It's back to bed.
(For a second I thought I'd run into a potential soul mate at the club Saturday night, for we met in a fashion that I've been calling for and as I'd written the poem that afternoon, hey, you never know? But like a coward, I ran, fearing a woman so forward might bear disease and now I'm wondering if it wasn't her kiss that passed this damn bug onto me. Ah, it could have been anyone ... but that way it's particularly dramatic. Or perhaps it's just inward compensation for the self-disappointment in not following her, not chasing the white rabbit down whatever strange hole it might have led me too.)
Wheeee! Delerium.
Nighty night.
Know-without a doubt she is there!
— Apr 30, 2009
Without a doubt-you can feel her. She is beginning to feel you. Especially now that you put this out there. Six years ago, I knew what you now know. He was in my dreams, couldn't "see" him yet, but knew he was coming closer. I would walk, and feel his essence on the wind. Then one day this young boy, who came to my restaurant every day told me he was going to bring his Dad in to try out the food. Ah, he did and now my name is Mrs. Etheridge. It took awhile, I was in an un-healthy relationship and he was in an un-healthy marriage, and if we didn't dis-entangle for 10 years, we knew, without a word, as he walked away with his son, that this was someone we knew from before. I didn't see him again for probably 2 years, and went to visit a friend to "cry" on his shoulder about it (the bad relationship) being over, and his neighbor came over, to "cry" on his shoulder about his pending divorce. Guess who his neighbor was??? Ahhhhhh-Divine Synchronicity!!!!
She is very, very near!
Love and blessings!
Howling Woman
Thanks, Howl! Hope you're
— May 01, 2009
Thanks, Howl! Hope you're right.
It's with such considerations in mind that I'm keeping myself available, for now. The last thing I want to do is 'settle' and then have to extricate myself from an unsuitable relationship when the girl I'm meant to be with comes by....
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