The heart calls out, and no one hears it. A sparrowhawk looks to the sky and only drinks from the rain. The yearning is everything. A sunflower hides its face when the sun hasn’t bothered to visit it. To find love, you have to give it something so it may grow and turn its face back to the sun. Inside you love’s partner is found.
The woman looks at her man and says this is what we have become. She wonders why the heart is quiet, and the voice is silent. Is it that there is nothing left to say? And maybe he lifts his head from his reading or daydreams and thinks, she is there, but only that. They silently ask the wind, why can’t I hear you anymore?
There was a time when they were lovers, and the mere sight of one another was enough to send the heart racing. He could not think of anything but her and longed to see and look at her. All thoughts were about wanting to touch her arm or feel her waist. She waited without breath for the moment he would call her, his voice calming her fear of being left alone. Tonight, she would feel his caring embrace, and the world would be as it should be. Paying attention to each other is necessary for lovers.
A mother duck floats in the lake with the currents of its water; she looks for food amongst the vegetation that surfaces from below, yet she forgets not about her offspring who swim some distance away. A mother attends carefully to the cries and petitions of her child; there is nothing she can do, her heart tied by the chord that bound them together in the womb. What keeps the man tied to his origins, to his life?
The chord of life is invisible to man. He must find it, for his ability to love depends upon it. He must reach high, see the fruit that awaits him on the tree’s highest branches, and leave his obsession with what is in front of him. It is the promise of maturity when you can look beyond the tree trunk and see what beckons you from higher up. To love is to know this thing called maturity. Man must search and look in all directions to see what hides from his view, but only because he didn’t look before.
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Search for what binds you to life. That invisible thread that is there when the eyes somehow lose their focus. Sometimes, you see it from the high of the mountain, and other times while gazing over a great expanse of water. When the eyes cease to have to see, and the other senses take over, you begin to see again. Look for the truth of your life. Be courageous enough to leave behind all that is false and not real about you. Dress your body and soul to walk comfortably but honestly in the days before you. We should be just who we are and not be obsessed with some other idea of ourselves where the image is blurred and where it is hard for us to see clearly.
There is a sound that binds you to life. It is the lapping of the waves on the lake, the sound of others nearby as they voice what they can to say who they are. It is the sound of eyes closed and inner sounds, sometimes with the breath and sometimes forming ancient syllables. It is the sound of life being aware of itself. It is letting your perception float high upon the currents of the air. It is not so much about forming the thoughts that will tell you what you must do but instead feeling what it is to be you.
Inside of you is the silent voice that cries out against your indifference to the fact that you forgot who you are. Inside of you is a child who cries when you are hurt and left alone, abandoned to your fate. Inside of you is the adult trying to break free from what he became entangled in when the world seemed uncaring and not kind enough. Inside of you is the voice that begs you to listen to the soft musings of the soul, the lyrical voice that lifts the spirit to the sky.
Turn your face back to the sun and let its warmth caress you. Open your arms wide to embrace life’s offerings, for they are there in the movements of the leaves and the clouds higher up. A dark and foreboding sky does not ask you to run away and hide for safety but instead shows you its strength and majesty so you may find its same thunderous voice inside you. Be that brave warrior who faces life brandishing his sword up high and proclaiming, “I shall not be defeated! I shall live as I choose and love, for there is nothing else to fight for.”
Find the seeds of love deep inside you and nurture them; give them a chance to grow. Their flowers and colors will change you, and you will find them in bloom wherever you look and with whomever you meet. You will look across from you and know that love lies in the moments of silence between you, and yet there is so much to tell of the love you feel for one another. The heart will secretly rejoice; for now, it does not have to swallow its grief and can openly proclaim its existence. And soon, there will be two hearts with so much to tell each other, full of overflowing spirit and devotion, and feeling the touch we can give one another and us turning back to the sun.
