I
always thought in the loop of Mind, there would only be one set. One set to traverse that which is foreign:
their canals, streets, escalators, lifts, pathways, harbors, beaches, their
stairways, trains, cobblestone footpaths.
Happily I shook out my own raincoat, rolled my own bundles of clothing, put
one of everything and none of some in to a rucksack…always just enough like a wrist in its sleeve.
Happily
I trained in the way of slight, a penny, a fraction, a hair, walking one foot
in front of the other, turning sideways for the squeeze, speaking in whisper,
tucking in to a twin sheet. Everything
came in like a dream and manifested itself in subtle hues of grey; not a soul
to question my motivations; no one, to put bet on theirs.
The
world my oyster, and I was on hunt for the pearl, slipping around on all the
white fleshy waves, losing myself in the crevices and then cresting again,
slipping back down and climbing back up.
The game was enough on my own, was enough amusement for one. Only in the dips did I feel the loneliness of
this brand of freedom and in those mere pockets I calculated to exactness the
superiority of solitude, the joy in subtle suffer.
But
now:
I
skip steps in huffing giggles to the sound of another set, knuckle to
knuckle. Our bags, only baby rhinos
could match. The backpack transforms in
to proper luggage. Nothing slim in the
way of experience.
An
indulgent sovereign of love
A
jeweled goddess for her queenliness
A
lotus cushion for the floating
Brow
to brow from courtship to consort
Milk
and honey dress my tea.
There
is a ‘Beyond Liberation’. There is a
greater than 1. There is 2. My innards unfurl, my tissue opens, cells
multiply as the bundle expands, and there becomes two of everything and room
for all. Bounty.
The
grey becomes the shadow it is meant to be while we unpack the colors endlessly.
This
is a golden love.
We wander temples, walkways and railways,
crowned, bellies full of blessings. The
same oyster, the same pearl but there are four feet now instead of two.
1 comment:
The exquisite beauty of your words brings tears to my eyes this morning, for such is this heart's yearning to know again the delicate grace of four feet.
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