A woman is a pot of water that doesn’t like being watched. I’m tired, though, and I could use a warm cup of coffee, whenever the water is ready.
Life is a miracle, too wonderful to comprehend, too precious to live behind an opaque window soiled by passing engines. I seek both love and truth, but sometimes it feels like the first step in love is belief, and belief insinuates falsehood, or else it would be called truth.
When you adopt a belief, you also develop a fear that the belief is not true. Fear is the evil twin brother of belief. It is the massive, black sun that appears during a solar eclipse. Fear is belief’s shadow. It is out of fear, not love, that the evangelist appears on our doorstep.
Still, like others, I catch myself wanting to experience everything life has to offer, even if there’s just a chance it is real. I recently saw a news clip about some treasure hunters who are still searching for Captain Kidd’s buried gold. Mostly, they just end up creating a lot of new holes.
I think about staring at my lovers toes as the tides sink our feet into the sand. I think of holding her hand at night, when the world is calm, and she says something honest that breaks me down and builds me back. I think of the joy of surrendering, together, to the many inevitable fits of laughter, our smiling eyes helplessly glazed with tears.
I’ve spent days basking in the sunshine on the sides of rivers and lakes. I’ve walked in the woods, whistling along to the birds’ songs. It is certain that I have done nothing to deserve this happiness and yet I still impatiently yearn for more.
Written by the Schway Father of Time
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