No human can magically turn you into something you are not;
A caterpillar turns itself into a butterfly.
We share information,
We share ideas,
But the individual has to do the internal work.
We have our own magic and the humble honest teacher
Leads only by example ,
For they realize they themselves are the ever learning student
as well.
We each have knowledge and experience to share;
wearing not one label or the other in the flow.
Trust your knowing.
And the ache is
Satiated
As
Eyes meet,
As
Soft and firm hearts
Join in the revival
Of those feelings;
Emotions believed lost.
Yearning;
Quiescence.
Desire.
Love does not have to make a lot of noise.
It is there in the knowing;
It is enough.
Realizing we,
Trembling in touch.
A power conscious
Brought us here,
Unimagined in the human mind.
A seeing beyond
Blood and bone,
A realization.
Every step,
Change of mind,
Everyone ever known
All flowing
In the knowing
To keep all of this going;
Our paths to meet.
I feel it in my gut,
The very marrow of my bones.
This pull.
This unseen force
Crying out loud.
This magnetism over time
In molecules and dreamtime.
Walking.
Waking.
A higher knowing within
You to me,
Me to you.
Here and now.
Then and hereafter.
In perpetuum.
Ah
But I breathe.
I hear a sigh escape your lips
As you see the colors too.
As you see the wind pulling the leaves from the trees.
They do their final dance for us.
And they return to the
Earth
That nourished them.
Some ride the wind so delicately.
Others seem out of control
As if fighting the pull of gravity.
Ultimately they all fall.
We endure.
I feel the warmth of your skin
As
You move closer.
This knowing between us,
It is time to hold each other.
This sorrow,
We must let it envelope us
If we are to ever love through winter.
Into my darkness to find me
You came,
Somehow knowing
My soul
By name.
Chole Into Diamonds 