Here's a little something I wrote at Kripalu over Christmas Eve. I won't be making another entry til after February 7th; have a nice three weeks, all, and stay warm.
The Affair
I love my pain so much I've proposed.
Stay with me forever, I say. We know each other better than any lovers. You've been faithful even when I was cheerful over some other fancy, always there waiting for me when the air cleared and I was ready to come home.
I know what you wear and how you eat. We speak a language no one else understands. You make me feel so alive and so real. It's hard to imagine going anywhere without you.
Let's have children and name them: Tears, Tremor, and the twins, Grief and Ire. We'll live a long life together and leave everything to them, in the end.
But, wait. There is something I must do before we wed for good.
I have had an invitation to sit, to look within, and see the emptiness in all things. It has come from the highest source and I feel I must accept. I'm sorry if the timing is awkward, but don't worry; the Source has assured me that Nothing will come between us.
