An old man came to my house
and asked me
if I would like to attend a Pathwork
workshop.
He had only one tooth in the front
and it was hard for me to make sense of what he was saying.
When I finally figured it out
I relaxed,
and he became an older woman.
She had her teeth
and silver hair.
I told her I would consider it
perhaps on my way back into the country.
I showed her to the door
and stood speaking with her
through the screen--
she on the outside
me on the inside.
I invited her to come back anytime
to visit me
though she was unsure my father
would allow it.
You are very welcome,
I insisted.
To come and see me anytime.
With that, the dream ends.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
oh well
An Open Love Letter
I want to meet you in Cancun. I will go with you, in the moment of passion and desire, wherever we choose to go.
We will travel together, and know one another, far too intimately for the length of time we have known one another.
It will be totally spontaneous. It will not be in alignment with my doctor's advice or my bank account's balance. But I won't care. And neither will you.
In fact, the love between us will heal the universe in a profoundly unique way. And somehow we will be together through all odds to the contrary, and our lives will be benefitted tremendously by it. Even subtly. Even in ways we may not understand now, or for many years to come.
In fact, we will both resist. You cannot understand the depth of my feelings; I cannot contemplate your aloofness. And your vulnerability. Here we will meet. Because we are both willing to be vulnerable with the other. We allow the other to show themselves, in order to know themselves. And we eagerly await every opportunity to know the other in some more subtle nuanced way.
We may never really touch one another. We may always look slightly askance at the other and ask what they are doing here, in my life. How did we get here? and what are we doing? we will ask ourselves. And yet, the answer will be so obvious in the fact that neither of us could find any other way to cope with life except to be together.
Love is what was always there between us.
And what is our absolute honor and precious gift
to be able to express.
If I could express love
and you could receive it
life will complete itself.
I want to meet you in Cancun. I will go with you, in the moment of passion and desire, wherever we choose to go.
We will travel together, and know one another, far too intimately for the length of time we have known one another.
It will be totally spontaneous. It will not be in alignment with my doctor's advice or my bank account's balance. But I won't care. And neither will you.
In fact, the love between us will heal the universe in a profoundly unique way. And somehow we will be together through all odds to the contrary, and our lives will be benefitted tremendously by it. Even subtly. Even in ways we may not understand now, or for many years to come.
In fact, we will both resist. You cannot understand the depth of my feelings; I cannot contemplate your aloofness. And your vulnerability. Here we will meet. Because we are both willing to be vulnerable with the other. We allow the other to show themselves, in order to know themselves. And we eagerly await every opportunity to know the other in some more subtle nuanced way.
We may never really touch one another. We may always look slightly askance at the other and ask what they are doing here, in my life. How did we get here? and what are we doing? we will ask ourselves. And yet, the answer will be so obvious in the fact that neither of us could find any other way to cope with life except to be together.
Love is what was always there between us.
And what is our absolute honor and precious gift
to be able to express.
If I could express love
and you could receive it
life will complete itself.
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