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Come find me

I want to be your obsession, not your distraction

I want to weigh passionately on your mind and in your heart

I want you to crave me, to look for me in your dreams

I want you to be willing to move mountains to get to me

I want you to hold me so tight my breath catches in my throat

I want you to touch, to savour, to devour every inch of my body and soul

I want you to stand bravely by my side and face all kinds of weather…. storms as well as sunshine

I want to feel adored, safe and cherished

I want you to put your hand in mine and journey with me to higher realms

I want you to protect me… protect us, with unyielding devotion

I want you to hold my tears, not cause them

I want you to tenderly and reverently hold my heart, not break it

I want you to tell me the truth, not bludgeon me with it

I want all of you, not just the shiny parts

I want you to show me all your colours and your shadow and love me in mine

I want a sacred union of trust

I want you to join me in the vulnerable place, mine and yours

I want a cosmic love that transcends time and space

I am waiting

Come find me

Yearning

Painting: “The Yearning” by Carolyn LeGrand

I feel you in the pit of my stomach

I see you in my dreams

Exploring every inch of my soul

Your touch reverberates inside me

Your energy lingers

Causing more yearning

This connection is strong and inexplicable

I want to feel your hands on me

Come through the door and shake me awake

This dream is divine

The truth shatters the illusion

My yearning for you is just a reflection

I see myself in your pain

Open me

Unwrap me from my slumber

Take me

Ravish me

Then set me free.

Stand Tall.

We all have greatness in us. We just need to get out of our own way.

The Invitation

The Invitation~~

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Artwork by Tomasz Alen Kopera