Your math has been haunting me, Kindred
You died with a "26" in your chart, in a year that equals my numbers
His numbers, too...
Today is such a day
Are you my next ghostly sentry? My next muse???
The ones who die before their time seek me out
That is you, too
I am sorry for the needle
It is never fair to find yourself pricked
Sticked
Poked
Prodded
Betrayed
Abandoned
Humans do that
Sad, scared creatures
Their souls, half-starved
Most choose fear over love
But you love the way that I love
Deeply, and with all your heart
We are, indeed, a rare breed
How did you know such sorrows at such at a young age?
You lost her before you knew her--your mother
So you spent the rest of your life loving and losing, losing and loving
We often mistake our minds for our souls
But the soul is infinitely wiser
Older
And, more patient
Perhaps too patient
For, when does that eternal voice finally break free???
Surely not at death
Surely not...
It is only through our words
Our art
That is the moment we may express our true heart
Do you come to me now because I found my One?
Do you come to warn me???
Shade me from the Sun
Apologies for having more questions than answers
It is not becoming of my true nature
Sometimes I forget my appearance is but a disguise
One I can only wear for a brief time
Is that not the greatest sadness???
The beginning comes so close to the end
It is hard to wait, watch, and not scream with strangled, tangled tongue:
"Fate is a cog in the Universal machine--Destiny is the only choice humans have
You must make it to manifest it
And, you must manifest it
Or, we will repeat this same pace in yet another space."
Another life
Another story
Another sorrow
We live each lifetime but once
We can never be who we are again
"Once in a lifetime" is literally literal
None of which makes it any less frustrating
Oh yes, I am so frustrated in so many ways, Kindred
It's true--not all we meet are meant to continue walking our same path
Some are only here to take us part of the way
Yet even with all I know, I still don't fully understand linear existence
I am not temporal
That is why I knew him before I knew him
And, why I will love him for long after
One cannot really explain such things
It is only ever felt
Like a vibration
The red string, sometimes invisible, connects our hearts
If you think me foolish
Pathetic
Let me assure you, Kindred, I am both
A fool for love I may be
But I'd rather be a fool for love than a coward for life
Yes, my integrity should win me any love my heart desires
I suppose it has in some ways
Yet, here I sit, talking to a dead man instead of the living
Regardless, you are here, Kindred
And, that means something
Thank you for your poetic prose that echo forward in time
From your past into my present
Perhaps hinting at our future...am I you? And he, she???
Were your two days, our two days?
Two days that expand into the primal vastness of a lifetime
Hidden within the secret corners of our collective unconscious
But this time around, it will work out...won't it?
In the end, there are no real endings...that is, until we begin again.
#Kindred
*photo credit of Pablo Neruda's "Absence" to Thuc Doan Nguyen
You died with a "26" in your chart, in a year that equals my numbers
His numbers, too...
Today is such a day
Are you my next ghostly sentry? My next muse???
The ones who die before their time seek me out
That is you, too
I am sorry for the needle
It is never fair to find yourself pricked
Sticked
Poked
Prodded
Betrayed
Abandoned
Humans do that
Sad, scared creatures
Their souls, half-starved
Most choose fear over love
But you love the way that I love
Deeply, and with all your heart
We are, indeed, a rare breed
How did you know such sorrows at such at a young age?
You lost her before you knew her--your mother
So you spent the rest of your life loving and losing, losing and loving
We often mistake our minds for our souls
But the soul is infinitely wiser
Older
And, more patient
Perhaps too patient
For, when does that eternal voice finally break free???
Surely not at death
Surely not...
It is only through our words
Our art
That is the moment we may express our true heart
Do you come to me now because I found my One?
Do you come to warn me???
Shade me from the Sun
Apologies for having more questions than answers
It is not becoming of my true nature
Sometimes I forget my appearance is but a disguise
One I can only wear for a brief time
Is that not the greatest sadness???
The beginning comes so close to the end
It is hard to wait, watch, and not scream with strangled, tangled tongue:
"Fate is a cog in the Universal machine--Destiny is the only choice humans have
You must make it to manifest it
And, you must manifest it
Or, we will repeat this same pace in yet another space."
Another life
Another story
Another sorrow
We live each lifetime but once
We can never be who we are again
"Once in a lifetime" is literally literal
None of which makes it any less frustrating
Oh yes, I am so frustrated in so many ways, Kindred
It's true--not all we meet are meant to continue walking our same path
Some are only here to take us part of the way
Yet even with all I know, I still don't fully understand linear existence
I am not temporal
That is why I knew him before I knew him
And, why I will love him for long after
One cannot really explain such things
It is only ever felt
Like a vibration
The red string, sometimes invisible, connects our hearts
If you think me foolish
Pathetic
Let me assure you, Kindred, I am both
A fool for love I may be
But I'd rather be a fool for love than a coward for life
Yes, my integrity should win me any love my heart desires
I suppose it has in some ways
Yet, here I sit, talking to a dead man instead of the living
Regardless, you are here, Kindred
And, that means something
Thank you for your poetic prose that echo forward in time
From your past into my present
Perhaps hinting at our future...am I you? And he, she???
Were your two days, our two days?
Two days that expand into the primal vastness of a lifetime
Hidden within the secret corners of our collective unconscious
But this time around, it will work out...won't it?
In the end, there are no real endings...that is, until we begin again.
#Kindred
*photo credit of Pablo Neruda's "Absence" to Thuc Doan Nguyen
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