♥ Love and Nectar ♥

Tell me what you ache for.  I don’t want to hear one more dysfunctional family history as an explanation for your current human frailties.  Let me taste your stories in the salt of the tears I brush from your eyelashes.  I long for a slow motion meander in the getting familiar places.  I want to spiral close, almost touching, to the place where we can feel the heat in the air between us; an unhurried journey as we sift through new scents of each other, let them linger, breathe them in.  Allow our bodies and hearts to taste the impulse to move toward each other.

I want to be courted by the truth.  Let the stories that are telling our lives spin out in long multi-colored threads.  Don’t tell me too much too soon. Don’t hide anything.  Tell the tales of your heart; offer them like perfect pearls coming up from the depths of the sea to be strung together, each gently clicking against the other~ luminous and iridescent as they come.  Ten years from now I want to hear a story from your childhood that I have never heard before and know the delight and ongoing awe of seeing each other for the first time, again and again.

Give me each picture perfectly and slowly so I can sit with it and find you, and the glimpse of me, and the foreshadows of us there in the details.  I want to talk in seemless conversation all night long and find ourselves able to hold the silence together; our intimacy sharpened by shared solitude.

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 hearts longing.  It doesn’t interest me how old you are.  I want to know how much life you’ve lived.  I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love; for your dream, or 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 center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by lifes 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, 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 without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or remembering the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.  I want to know if your story is your own; one you created or if someone created it for you.  I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself or are you so loyal you will betray yourself to save the feelings of another.  Can you bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul?
I want to know you: your past, your dreams for the future, who you are now. I want to love you, be there for you, share our worlds together.  This, above all else is the meaning of true love.  Come- find me as I find you.  Hold my hand and hold me close as we jump into chaos and into the unknown…….

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer, “The Invitation”

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