Me and the Moon
I named my first hamster after you. The first pet I ever knew. When I was nine years old. I thought it was the loveliest name I'd ever heard. And I loved my hamster so much. I brought her on all my explorations. I lost her under the couch, and again under the bed, and somewhere in the pantry once. But she was my best friend. And I loved her.
But you remind me more of my cat. Always. Playful, like a child, running around in cicles after her tail. Or trying to land from a huge leap onto a platform much too small. When I know she's going to fall, I know she doesn't bruise easy. I don't know if cats can laugh in their own cat way- but I imagine she laughs at herself. I call her my love bug. My cuddle pie. She reminds me of you.
What are the karmic laws that send someone such a gift as perfect friendship? I never knew what I did to earn it, but you gave it. And now I carry it, in my deepest of hearts. It shapes me, who I am, what I do in the world. It makes me more beautiful. I feel as though, it is itself that which makes everything beautiful.
You in my life. You are my life. These things never seperate. How could you peel a skin from its body? Everything would fall apart and cease to be. We are we. You are me. I am you. This is what I love. And can never escape. And I laugh if I ever thought I could try, if ever in my life I thought you and I would grow apart. It's a philosophical impossibility.
What I love, you, your magic. That essence. The smell of it- soft, like fresh baked muffins on a Sunday morning, when you're still in bed, with fading dreams dancing in the background of the mind.
We talk, a lot. It's life that has us captivated. Inspired. And you tell it so well. The intuition between us so profound- when I search for God I find it in you. That all-knowingness, the one who holds every truth. These are the things we share together. They are our secrets, they are our treasures. And how these conversations light up the space of a room, to the point at which the walls are penetrated and there is no room but vast, unending space- blows my mind. Infinite being. In your heart. I feel you.
The things I am most grateful for. The water you give that makes me grow. The seeds you plant in me. The color you paint the world with. The grace you live your life in. Your constant way of reminding me, through all our mistakes there is always forgiveness. Because we learn. And faultering is the power of this world. It puts you in the cracks of the earth where all ancient secrets are kept. In the heart of the world. In the heart of your heart. I will always be.
Sometimes I just have to say. That I love you.
But you remind me more of my cat. Always. Playful, like a child, running around in cicles after her tail. Or trying to land from a huge leap onto a platform much too small. When I know she's going to fall, I know she doesn't bruise easy. I don't know if cats can laugh in their own cat way- but I imagine she laughs at herself. I call her my love bug. My cuddle pie. She reminds me of you.
What are the karmic laws that send someone such a gift as perfect friendship? I never knew what I did to earn it, but you gave it. And now I carry it, in my deepest of hearts. It shapes me, who I am, what I do in the world. It makes me more beautiful. I feel as though, it is itself that which makes everything beautiful.
You in my life. You are my life. These things never seperate. How could you peel a skin from its body? Everything would fall apart and cease to be. We are we. You are me. I am you. This is what I love. And can never escape. And I laugh if I ever thought I could try, if ever in my life I thought you and I would grow apart. It's a philosophical impossibility.
What I love, you, your magic. That essence. The smell of it- soft, like fresh baked muffins on a Sunday morning, when you're still in bed, with fading dreams dancing in the background of the mind.
We talk, a lot. It's life that has us captivated. Inspired. And you tell it so well. The intuition between us so profound- when I search for God I find it in you. That all-knowingness, the one who holds every truth. These are the things we share together. They are our secrets, they are our treasures. And how these conversations light up the space of a room, to the point at which the walls are penetrated and there is no room but vast, unending space- blows my mind. Infinite being. In your heart. I feel you.
The things I am most grateful for. The water you give that makes me grow. The seeds you plant in me. The color you paint the world with. The grace you live your life in. Your constant way of reminding me, through all our mistakes there is always forgiveness. Because we learn. And faultering is the power of this world. It puts you in the cracks of the earth where all ancient secrets are kept. In the heart of the world. In the heart of your heart. I will always be.
Sometimes I just have to say. That I love you.