The Longer Path
...and one day, all my dreams were interrupted by the most beautiful reality—you!
When I looked for shortcuts, you took my hand And led me along a longer path illuminated day and night. In the night, the gleaming galactic eyes watched over us— Two wondrous spirits, clothed in bodies That became one by faithfully listening To the drumming in our chests. In the daytime, I showed you cotton clouds Sailing across the sky—our sea with unseen ports, Announced only by the voices of angels— The breeze and cries of seabirds. You are an eye inside my heart, I am a sunbeam travelling along your neck, To find the pulse so I may dance, To the rhythm of aliveness. I am a volcano, erupting and flinging lava far and wide; You are the earth that cools the lava, And breeds the growth of gentler emotions. I shall never release your hand, And I wish for the longer path to never end. What can you see from inside my heart? I am dancing joyfully and full of light!
Tomorrow is my husband’s birthday. It is also my grandmother’s birthday, and our mothers were born on the same day. His father’s birthday falls right between mine and my sister’s. I have used the pen name "Cosmic Girl" for years, and I believe that if there are cosmic forces at play in our destinies, they have certainly influenced ours.
"I am a sunbeam travelling along your neck, To find the pulse so I may dance” what a great visual… such a lovely piece, cosmic girl. ;)
The longer path versus the shortcut is the entire architecture of love in one image. Shortcuts promise efficiency, get to intimacy faster, skip the unnecessary detours. But love only works on the longer path because the path is the destination. You don’t arrive at each other. You BECOME each other through accumulated miles.
I like the idea of listening as discipline, as choice renewed every day. The bodies becoming one is synchronisation achieved through sustained attention.
“What can you see from inside my heart? / I am dancing joyfully and full of light!”…. this is the question that makes love terrifying. You ask him to witness the part of you that exists beyond performance, beyond the body he touches. And you trust that what he sees there is joy, not the chaos you sometimes suspect it is.
Those cosmic synchronicities are proof you were paying attention when the pattern revealed itself. Fate is just pattern recognition given mystical weight. But that doesn’t make it less real. Happy Birthday to everyone in your family! May is such a phenomenal month :))) I know it too well!