I miss My Lover

The Lover

I toil in the pain and passions of my daily practices to be worthy of the Lover.

The man fully seated in his masculine power and feminine connection; easily flowing from tender to raw opening the possibility of true surrender

He sees me and I see him

The view so bright; the warmth and light cannot be contained

The substance is clear

Undeniable power and intention

The Lover reaches into my depths

Drawing the passion

The sadness

The desire

The hope

The potential

He soaks it in, contains the mass, clearing away the noise.

The exchange begins.

True and pure communication more powerful than words pushed and pulled together.

With a quickened pulse and full lips the chemistry spikes.

The complex attachments to past and future create vibrant colors.  Love and acceptance create texture.  The heat of desire pulls color and texture together revealing the full portrait of lust.

Great love is made

Satisfying slumber flows over the now blank canvas which is my soul.  Serenity is upon us. 

We take pause.

We part:  each with our piece of the wholeness born.

But soon the restlessness will return.

I lay in wait; ready for the moment my lover, the traveler, passes through me again.

Heal ourselves, our families, neighborhoods, city, state, nation, world?

I came upon a passage I wanted to share.  A book I enjoy picking up and reading from nearly any point.  The Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell.  In this part he is quoting the writing of his mother.  I have made a few edits to apply this more broadly:

I complained to God in so many words: "Here I was, the wounded representative of the __ in our struggle to be accounted free and equal with the dominating __!" And God was amused; my prayer did not ring true with Him.  I would try again.  And then God said, "Have you not done the same thing? Remember this one and that one, people whom you have slighted or avoided or treated less considerately than others because they were different superficially, and you were ashamed to be identified with them.  Have you not been glad that you are not more __ than you are?  Grateful that you are not _?" My anger and hate against the __ melted.  I was no better than she was, nor worse for that matter...We were both guilty of the sin of self- regard, the pride and the exclusiveness by which we cut some people off from ourselves.

Wow...as a person who does not commune with the Western God this feels like a reflective conversation with Self.

I want to live this unity more fully everyday.  I want to be a good example in word and deed and I want to teach my child and those young souls near me.

What if....

What if we started, from birth, to teach our children how to identify similarity.  How to see and connect with common themes, common DNA, shared needs, shared views.  What if we started with how we are all connected then moved to the distinctions and the original.

Would we live in a different world?  A foundation of connection, connection to the energy that makes us all in the same place at the same time in our existence then and only then do we look and find the beauty in our differences.

Just thinking...

We need King David

I heard a song.  The People were the King and the King was the People.  If our leaders led as though we were all part of them, would our world be different?  If they led as though their service was to the whole of us wouldn't the divide that hurts us all be gone?  If our local, social, political and business leaders applied a heart of service wouldn't the differences in tactic be negotiated to the good of the group?

Capitalism vs Social Responsibility

Does supporting a capitalist society mean that we cannot also care for our sick, old and disabled neighbors?

I feel passionately attached to self determination in business but can't we also agree that the foundation of a successful society will include the space for opportunity, the basic standard of living that will allow any child born to any parent in our borders the opportunity to find their own success. 

My definition of a personal foundation.  Personal safety, health care, affordable healthy food, education and the opportunity to work hard.

Why does it seem to mean that those that have, rig to keep and those that do not have don't vote their interests?