When you know yourself – I mean truly know the skin and sinew, the creases in the folded chits of memories, the dogeared emotions…when you know what ails you and you stop selling it as fodder for attention… then, you learn to be loved.
Love me to pieces and back together again. Love me for my incompleteness. Love like you’re the missing puzzle piece in my identity. What we don’t know of ourselves we find in the love of another…
But when we know ourselves, we love like a feather dropped into the wilderness from a bird in flight. We love with eyes, born to do nothing but gaze…we love to behold another. Yes, it’s eager like first sight of a calving glacier.
Then comes the love of another. And when another, so aware of themselves – as if they are a solid mass of diamond…having endured the heat and pressure and time to become so crystalline and cardinal.
When two immovable, completely self aware lovers encounter each other… there is nothing love does, nothing it has to do. When we know ourselves that well, it is time to know another; it is time to do, for that very purpose, the same you did for yourself all these years… At some point, we fall into wilderness and we forget what we are, and lose all sensation of what we are not. Love inside, to love outside….
You gotta get in to get out,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwTMmBoah3o&feature=fvwrel
Follow you, follow me:
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