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?
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i am a fractal.
i am a fractal.
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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.
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| she is life. i am rain. we share (commune)ion. |
Your words breath love and life and hope. Thank you. <3
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This is stunning. So beautiful, Rain. Thank you.
ReplyDeletei love... 'there are shadows of you and sparkles of you'... so great. so true. this is simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful and rare thing to find someone that you can be so transparent with, so vulnerable, in a safe haven. Because in doing so, they can see you for who you really are -- all your beauty and all your mess, coexisting in the same being, the beautiful and the dirty -- and their love compells them to still see us as beautiful and loved. Oh, how wonderful love is! To be accepting and giving of grace. It looks like you've found a true friend, indeed.
ReplyDeleteHow is it that we get to be friends?
ReplyDeleteDo you know what New Haven needs every spring?
Rain.
Love,
Me
I don't know how you do it, but time after time, you write posts that touch those aching tender bruises on my soul. Often I can't even leave a comment because your words gently poked something I didn't want to notice was so painful.
ReplyDeleteThe pain isn't a healing but a tired abscess hiding below my surface. Your words remind me how much vitriol and venom lies trapped in my being, poisoning my whole self. It is hard to read your blog and often makes me cry. I don't want to know how beautiful I am... because I would have to acknowledge the ugliness that I think I am.
Thank you for putting so much of your soul's stretching for the Light into public view. Because every time you do, you strip away more of my defenses and make me face my denials and desperation as little more honestly and productively.
Some day, I might be as brave as you.
i love how you pour your soul into these posts. how you rip off the mask and stand new in the rain and cry
ReplyDeletei am me. hear me whisper.
it's precious.
Oh the words. Speaking that brave love language. ~Tears~
ReplyDelete"to be fully seen, all striped and bare and safe" Yes please!
so powerful - thanks for that!
ReplyDeletesandra, i hear you. i see you. let's keep feeling that ache until she's felt away, ok? you are not alone. <3
ReplyDeletethank you, everyone, for your comments. you are cherished, every one. <3