*From my research, I believe the original image (the right image) was created by the illustrator named. I’m not sure who did the flipped, black image and combined the two.
It seems to me that when we find the right person or people, we should hold tight. Whether friend or lover, finding a safe harbor in this indiscriminate world gives us peace, comfort, and even strength.
Who are you that sees me so clear A voyeur who prowls my soul And drips between its layers Daring to divulge Secrets I did not know I had. How in so short a time Have you found what none has found in a lifetime When did you become the artist of my life story Deftly splodging my pain in patterns across the page Depicting my fears in adroit designs of nervous hues Smearing my dreams in lustrous colours and glossy paints
Are you a gift sent to make me whole A match meant to be Or are you a curse… Bait dangled by fate A taste of what will never be
Jude’s additional thoughts – While writing this, I kept asking myself;can a soulmate be merely a friend (be it a lifelong one), or is a soulmate meant to be a lover or partner?
These roads tell stories; taking a breath, I close my eyes and wait. My hands and feet, like roots taking hold, become one with the earth. This isn’t my first contact with Gaia.
This thirst for understanding, as if guided by a chain, pulls on me; I feel her wanting to share her secrets. On meadows and beaches, in forests, and in any place filled with her essence, I run barefoot to feel one with her, never having to feign a connection.
The distant stars flicker, millions of years apart from me, yetstill, so close, have me feeling awe.
Do not think you are a burden the only burden that could ever be is to live this life without you because if not for you the sky would stay grey and lifeless the winding road would appear straight a drink would be without thirst sleep would possess no dream no idle moment thinking of you, would exist no thought of holding us together, pressed tight night would not be a time to dance as one a day no day, worth waking for no word written if you were not the muse no book read with thought of future for you are the friend I always longed for as a child when nobody seemed around and emptiness sat, a shroud for you are the family I sought in loneliness and that terrible walk you know the one, you walked it too we have both suffered and the one constant is that no burden exists, when we are together so, when you next believe you are a burden think on this, remember these words see the sky when it is blue and emptied of clouds see my smile when I rush to your side through rain feel our souls touch the other, never in vain know that my heart beats because yours beats too people are not meant to live alone in their soul when in tangent, we are no longer separate; but fused like glassblowers who try to create in the meld of plunging metal and fire into water the finest unbreakable vase, to hold flowers that never die as long as you exist I want to try as long as there’s an us, there is a purpose higher where no amount of pain destroys the heart of glass where two reside where all the cruelties of the world appear somehow removed and not as sharp it is possible to be one; from two halves there is you, there is me, there is us and burdens are for the blind who see nothing worthwhile our glass stays shatterproof where love thrives in Winter and needs nothing more than the joy of your smile when we run, hand in hand together
Words formed my lips to abstraction, departing faintly, hovering gently in the space that is not me, not you, something completely other in the between space of all there is, hoping, waiting, to be taken, received and known, not in the hearing of mere sounds, but in the deep of listening, of knowing a knowing that opens a connection.