How is it possible I can sit here
here
encouraging her to pour her heart out
trust me with all of her emotions
uncomfortably exposed to a stranger
to draw out her soul
and I barely am able to dance
let alone sit next to her

Is it really so good that I am aware of this
even though I still am guilty of preaching from the pulpit
while the pope kneels in front of a common priest
humble
in front of the world

I am close and nothing on this journey happened
and is happening
by accident

I may refuse to acknowledge this omen
but I should not

I should be aware

I’ve been searching for that one piece of my life
that is missing
and maybe the writer is right
I create my own distrust and distaste
to try and play the part of the suffering Write…

Maybe I ask too much of and give too little
and that is why I must walk across continents

She is next to me
trying
to trust
to only exist in this moment with me
to create something that is important
that goes beyond the comforts of human relationship
and I must do the same

I know what the omens have said
I know what they meant
I understand that everything is exactly correct
and the artist was correct,
“I trust in myself.  And I trust in the journey I am on.”

 

 

 

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(written on computer next to her)