I haven't known how I wanted to write to you anymore. Now that I know you're me.
Now that I know "you's" and "me's" are the stuff of this story, and that really our heart is
I haven't known how to approach you since then, because all of my writings were suddenly seen to be a total fiction about someone being lost and needing to be found.
Needing to be fixed, or helped, or saved…
and suddenly it was clear, that you are utterly free — freely being your wondrous self — ALWAYS. Perfectly as you are.
I wondered if it mattered, or if it didn't… these writings, and those thoughts danced until they suddenly collided and cancelled eachother out forever,
leaving no answers, ever, to be found again.
Just questions hanging in indefinable space, knocking into eachother and chit-chatting about their malaise and demands for resolution...
but then the questions began to evaporate as well, knowing that there is nothing that could ever quench their undying thirst, and that nothing was ever
and for awhile it was so empty and full that I thought I might just fade into nothing…
but that's all it was, another THOUGHT that knew nothing of what "nothing" REALLY IS. Just an idea, that has no foundation on which to hold its little house of whoa.
And that is when there ceased to be a space between the seeing and the seen…
the knowing, and the known. the loving, and the loved.
and even when the space appears, it is swallowed by this seamlessness that never knows its name.
I call it Life. Because I don't know what else to call it. Because I don't know another word that encompasses every nuance, without break, line,
Empty, full, good, bad, happy, sad, grief, joy, anger, excitement, frustration, patience, peace and love…these are nothing but states in this that you are. Passing ephemera in an infinite sea. This is the jaw-dropping beauty of you — not what you greet as perfection, but what you greet as a mess of ugliness that can never be right — that is the rugged beauty of you that holds within it no line.
...No apology, no reason, and no way to hold on.
Just this precious one Life shining as what it IS now.
So here are these words once again, just in case a bell should toll in the darkness, and they might find you,
singing this sweetest One song