Following the Pull of Divinity within as it speaks in quiet
whispers beneath the din of the soulversations all around
Living from Soul in every moment is Courage.
Loving from Soul generates Miracles.
Leading from Soul is Magic.


Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Sensory Affectation

Confounded. Conflicted. Confusing. Converse. Conversate. I feel the ache. Here. Here and here. In all those places that are not my places. In all those places that used to have faces. I feel. I feel and let it pass. Off. Away. Not mine. Like someone knocking on my door. I choose. And I let the thoughts flow. I let them go where they will. I say, I'm happier than I ever have been in my life....but...but I still miss you. True. Nothing to do. What can I say? This is true. I miss you in all those places and spaces where you still reside from within. You are a lingering, intangible, fluid sensory affectation. I am affected. Can't help but to be affected. Effected. Respected. Walking along this journey that is my life, my life this time, I am moving forward. I am moving forward but reflecting on where I have been. This path that I walk is not a complicated one. It is one I've paved and paved and paved for years and now I reap the benefits. And I think of you. I think of our conversations....uncountable conversations spanning a decade and they float and flow around and merge into one conversation....the conversation that was US. It feels like a well loved book reads. It feels like a well loved book is remembered...the favorite bits, the more meaningful bits, come to me it snippets of emotion and impression. I know this book so well that I don't need to pull it down off the shelf every single time I think of a passage. It's just there....always there. Words rise unbidden, as they always have, when I focus on you. Words and concepts, an attempt to convey something of the depth from where I feel, emerge, merge, have merged with you, because of you, for you, through you and I transmit this form of gratitude to you through the most powerful means in my possession.

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