"harvest moon ducks" by joiseyshowaa
As he sharpens his intellect
I soften my heart
Afraid to be stabbed multiple times
Afraid of bleeding to death
Will I survive?
Will we survive?
Can we be like sun and moon
Sharing the sky
Meeting at twilight and dawn
Where his brilliance softens
Where moonlight isn’t the only
Manifestation of guidance
Where we both flourish
As celestial beings
Sensing sunfire in me
And moondust in you
Expressions of the Universe
Made of the same matter
I fell in love with his brave heart, how he would die like Mel Gibson in the movie to defend a worthy cause. The honeymoon years were kind, full of fairytale dreams come true. Prince Charming was handsome, affectionate, attentive. He didn’t miss a thing.
Or was I wearing 3-D movie glasses from the very start, adding depth and dimensions to his personality that never existed? Maybe I was watching an entirely different movie from the start.
As the years have passed, it feels like my heart is more like play dough – soft and malleable to the life stories I receive. His has hardened. But his intellect is sharper than ever. When we disagree, and I don’t have an argument that is intellectually, scientifically, logically sound, I feel like my heart is being stabbed multiple times. I’m afraid I’ll bleed to death, and I don’t know if I will survive, if we will survive.
What if his point of view is simply his point of view, and has no bearing on my perspective? What if we could be like sun and moon sharing the sky, meeting at twilight and dawn where his brilliance (intellect) softens, and my moonlight (willingness to shine the light of loving presence on dark places) isn’t the only manifestation of guidance for others?
His heart was never hard. My intellect was never dull. Sensing sunfire in me and moondust in him, we are both unique expressions of the Universe made of the same matter.
If we are made of the same matter, why would we ever want to hurt each other? The cycle of Samsara dictates that we will hurt each other again. Let these words remind us that we are all celestial beings sharing the sky. May we move past the hurt to the deep understanding that if we are made of the same matter, we must want the same thing.
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