the path to enlightenment

it is these trinkets of love that you send
in emails and in phone calls
which save me from the black hole
spinning voraciously a little to the side of my head,
threatening to suck my heart out.

self-love is a tricky matter
and frankly i welcome your love.
i would cuddle and/or huddle with you for hours on end
if not weeks, and if not moons,
if not forever.

your message to me is consistent and clear,
and my message to you is thus:

i would not be so challenged if i did not care so much
but i’d rather care and be challenged than not care.
i saw the masses downtown today,
celebrating Canada Day, and I was amazed that none of them seemed to recognize
the ludicrosity of their predicament.

oh I thank the Goddess that my soul is compassionate enough to suffer.

what i would like now is to gather with my Tribe
and mourn together.

does anyone know of any event producers that would be willing to take on a massive mourning ceremony?
it may be easier to draw people out than for a party,
for the need is great at this time,
whereas our will to celebrate is stretched a bit thin.

more immediately, and perhaps more intimately,
i want to put my heart against hers,
and feel their mutual beat.
to warm the air that surrounds us.

Love is still the answer.
Love is still the key.
Love is beautiful in its simplicity.

Every time you tell me you love me you heal my pain.

love