My beloveds,
Please stop seeking me out
in the eyes of every stranger whose form you find appealing
In every evening’s masquerade, serenaded by dime store boom boom playing through bar room speakers
Release the idea that I’m somehow hiding inside of the lover to whom you’ve chained yourself, just waiting for you to release me from a hidden tower
I’m not.
It breaks my heart to watch your aimless searching, pressing up against writhing bodies, then torturing yourself with the notion that you somehow had the one that got away
You didn’t.
Forgive yourself the notion that your sole purpose in this lifetime is to seek someone with whom to share it as it only leaves you searching in places that I simply can not be found.
I am not the destination, I am the journey.
I am not the answer, I am the question.
I will not find you the moment that you stop looking for me.
I will find you the moment that you find yourself,
Somewhere along the path that leads you to who you might become
should you begin to walk it
You seem to think that somehow we are playing hide and go seek,
and that I am right behind the chair, eternally eluding you
But the truth is I am somewhere down the path between where you started and your potential, while you’ve not even left the living room
You did not come here seeking love.
You are love and you came here seeking answers.
Please start asking the questions.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Why are you here?
Why did you come?
What might you become should you decide to become it?
You, the all powerful, that came to human form, born into the maelstrom to learn, to teach, to be,
and yes, even to love,
though you knew that you would suffer,
You have forgotten who you are and why you came
Brave one, made of light,
you don’t need to look any further to find me.
You are me and I am you.
And once you’ve left this form
you will again remember that you are love and light
and have never and will never be alone.
But, if only you could wake up while you’re still here,
then yes, you could change the world.
You would bend the universe.
And that which you are looking for would find you,
undistracted, unrestrained, and beautiful,
at which point I will slip my hand into yours
and then you won’t remember a moment before I arrived.
Please stop seeking me out in the eyes of every stranger whose form you find appealing
Your life is calling.
Please pick it up.
You’ll find me on the other end of the line.