you are like a fractal, she says, layer upon layer swirling deeper and deeper, your spirit like the dance of the oracle.
words are my love language and how does she know? it is the week of christmas, and the whole weary world of me lights up, rejoicing.
there is nothing more beautiful than (commune)ity, to be fully seen, all stripped and bare and safe in that seen-ness. as years go by i cherish them more and more, those sacred few who embrace me soul to soul ~ for in this tender (commune)ion we find home.
do you need someone to see you? to cocoon you in safe-ness as you bravely strip down bare? i'm reminded of one of my favorite poems by hafiz:
Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying, with that sweet moon language,
What every other eye in this world is dying to hear?
i am a fractal.
i am a fractal.
and so are you.
you do know that, don't you?
we creep along the glistening horizon of all things made new and maybe you only need someone to breathe these words in your own secret language, to send them soul to soul on a silver whispering thread. you are a fractal, shimmering, organic, and alive. you, the very essence of you, are eternal. there are shadows of you and sparkles of you; both are sacred, both are loved.
that's what this means, you know? in your sweet vulnerability, as you bravely grip the earth and grow, undaunted, into light, as you choose and abide and rebel and embrace every moment as it comes, the main thing? yes, the very most important thing to remember is this:
you are loved.
|she is life. i am rain. we share (commune)ion.|