I won’t forget. I have had this slow death upon me, seeping out of my pores…I have learned. How fragile we are, how simple we truly are. I sit in the garden, looking out. It is raining, I hear her voice and it echos in me, filling me, overcoming me. Have you done this? Have you felt this? Sit down. Close your eyes…see the black void. Seperate the noise, make it silent. When you feel true love, that love that has no anger, no jealousy. It has no bounds, no fears. It just glows…warm to the touch, and filling to the bowels. Where tears and laughter abound in the same breath. Can you feel it? Really and truly feel it?
Can you try. Don’t be scared its there. Embrace it. Don’t let go. Can you hear the marching drums build? The Violin wretch? I am speaking to you…you think I can’t feel or see you, but I can. You are in the same place I am. The rain I feel it on my face, I taste it on my lips. Hear the Cello, see the sounds and hear the colors…it gets louder. Don’t be scared of it, come closer, embrace it.
I have done my pentience. I have asked for forgiveness. No, that is not quite right. I have begged. I feel it running through my veins now…it is so warm it chills.
Love me. Show me. Teach me.
Please.
