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How do we express how grateful we are to have found each other? Amongst the throngs of lonely, incomplete, souls not yet satiated Befuddled in their searches Their appetites growing with each failure. Yet we gorge ourselves. Who are we to be so happy? What forces at play do we thank and pay tribute to, lest this glorious gift bestowed for reasons I know not, be taken away. What price did we pay? A new fear? That now my well being and life depend not only on my sense of self preservation, but on yours as well, as we now share one heart? I pay it gladly and I offer you more of my share My heart is no longer my own My mind no longer my own My future no longer my own OURS How did we come to find ourselves so lucky? So, Blessed? What favorable manner of beings were we in a past life? Perhaps we knew each other then too. Perchance you were the Buddha and I the Bodhi tree that gave him shade those 49 days Or maybe we were something less grand, but somehow still equally deserving. I cannot say by what design, or whose for that mater, we found each other. Though I would venture to guess We were made for each other Simply parts of a whole being united.
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
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How do we express how grateful we are to have found each other? Amongst the throngs of lonely, incomplete, souls not yet satiated Befuddled in their searches Their appetites growing with each failure. Yet we gorge ourselves. Who are we to be so happy? What forces at play do we thank and pay tribute to, lest this glorious gift bestowed for reasons I know not, be taken away. What price did we pay? A new fear? That now my well being and life depend not only on my sense of self preservation, but on yours as well, as we now share one heart? I pay it gladly and I offer you more of my share My heart is no longer my own My mind no longer my own My future no longer my own OURS How did we come to find ourselves so lucky? So, Blessed? What favorable manner of beings were we in a past life? Perhaps we knew each other then too. Perchance you were the Buddha and I the Bodhi tree that gave him shade those 49 days Or maybe we were something less grand, but somehow still equally deserving. I cannot say by what design, or whose for that mater, we found each other. Though I would venture to guess We were made for each other Simply parts of a whole being united.
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sabrina-kent
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
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