Friday, February 29, 2008
To You I Say This
To You I Say This, by Sarah Elise
You are the first human being to give me unconditional love. I have never felt loved by anyone until you. Not profoundly adored, never the recipient of empathic love. You are birthing me, and I you, each day, out of pain, into the imago-womb of one another. Good Love does not hurt, and your love is so good. Thank you, my darling heart holder of the moon. Into the wind we swim, our children tucked closely to our bodies. How could we ever let them go? We could not. So we do not. And you, my dear man, I count your breaths against my body, I feel in the air the shape of you, I see your soul which makes the sunlight dance and dazzle.. This is our way. In me you see beauty, in me you see dancing, in me you see sparkling soulfire. You SEE me. I am seen! All that is magnificent in me you mirror, all that is flawed and caged, you love and soothe. This is a first. I have never felt SEEN. Nor have you. The pain we turn not upon each other, for we have risen above that. Transcendent is our understanding of one another. Easy, not always. Of course not. We have had a casting of harrows, a spearing of betrayals layers deep, thrust upon us by the ones inhabiting what was. The past. The now. Thrust upon us by the slithering indifference of those who made us feel invisible. Unwanted, unloved, unworthy, zeroed, castigated, alone, lonesome, shall I go on? We endured, your pain different from mine but not so different. Are we not all alike in these ways? Your smile is mine, my spirit yours, one and whole within that very oneness. And so we go, healing wounds in one another. If we can not feel our own pain, past and present, how can we help another? If we can not face our trauma-seared child-selves, as saturated with horrific fury as that is to do, how can we face one another, eye to eye, brimming ocean to brimming ocean? Without it? That would be the path of Unconsciousness. We can not, and so we do, and that is the difference. Awake to one another, seeing one another, seeking the gleeful child in one another. And so we go, holding hands and holding hearts, hearing words and making love our art. And so we go, the children we created in our unbreakable embrace. The only thing broken in our family is the cycle... the plague of disconnection, the black death of abandonment, the total annihilation of feeling invisible to those who chose to close their eyes to the wonder of the children we were, and still are. For my love, we were not invisible, but others blind. Here, Love is all there is. And so my love, we go.
Posted by Sarah Elise at 12:41 PM