They say proximity is the largest factor in determining who will fall in love. So, love finds its way between workers and in social circles. In other words, “Love the one you’re with.”
But that’s not how it is with you and me. We are drawn together by an elemental attractor: a merging of the souls. Or, perhaps, an emerging of the souls, as each of our inner selves comes forth from its shell to dance together in a meadow beneath the stars. To cavort…. To crack wise….
And the folks who live in cabins in the forest around the meadow are awakened by the commotion and say, “Do you hear that? Sounds like those otters got into the cooking sherry again.”
Going through some old papers and found this poem I wrote a few years back…
I see a stark angel rising through a storm.
She beats the air, rain glistening on her rippled wings.
Slowly she ascends, resolute against the torrent.
But her halo is melting.
It’s not something you do
It’s just something you are
Insights fly by in torrents
and I am but able
to pull precious few
from the maelstrom
into the moment
OK: I can’t do that because of my religion.
NOT OK: You can’t do that because of my religion.
ETHICAL DILEMMA: You must do that, even though your religion says you can’t, because not doing it is discriminatory.
Things aren’t fake because
you don’t believe in them
nor real because you do
It paints the stanchions of its cage until they disappear.
When things begin to make sense, you are entering a narrative. When everything makes sense you have crossed the event horizon and are fully within the narrative. From that point forward, everything you experience is Confirmation Bias.
Part of the motivation to have the staying power to impact another to grow into a more positive place is derived from the joy of f***ing with them for their own eventual good.