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Nov 03, 2011 01:39

Bright bright is the grass in the meadow. Bright bright is the ancient teaching!

What happiness to be back to you old friend. What time has passed, and yet so little? I have learned how to fast, and how!

One year since we returned from that city that I love so much, only to return for short purposeful visits. The distance is becoming colder than her early winter, though bearable to be parted from certain company. What's worse is the return to ignorant origins, painted with reminders of class, race and irresponsibility.

I have found a friend, a mentor and a benefactor, who has elevated me beyond what I could've hoped for. I am in a sense untouchable, out of reach of bygones, in my own little habitat as a pet reptile might be. I blend, much to his relief and satisfaction in the intricate ecosystem he endows me piece by piece. Honorable, cherished. I tuck away bits of nourishment intelligently and with great care. One day there will be enough to escape, but when?

Somewhere in the midst of all this change, love seems to have yoked itself for me. What was once so cruel and unpredictable now seems mostly tame. My heart seems to be more transparent the less I say, and the distance from that which we both love seems to have turned us toward each other. Fighting heavy eyelids I recall the great burden of sacrifice of my youth. I would not trade this life at 24 for any previous, a fact care-charmer sleep should well know as he comes.. easily now to sweep me away..
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