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My heart, my dream
My heart, my dream
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
My heart is filled with hope, brimming with the anticipation of dreams within reach. Life can change in dramatic and unexpected directions, when the time is right and the soul begs nourishment. When what we want and what we need transcends all else in the physical and appears unencumbered in any way, it becomes a step without intent, a step into manifest joy.
Many speak of soul mates, the perfect match on every level, every understanding and compatibility, but until you find it, the implication is wasted. Falling in love with someone is a seductive process of self-abandonment and emotional surging, but when you find the quiet stillness of acceptance without doubt, love is redefined.
When thoughts align, beliefs related, experience shared and every question has the same answer, something else is revealed. When touch and need exists in parallel, where deed and response are mirrored in perfect hope, the love that is yet a bud to flower is miraculous and indescribable. Lips search and are found and when bodies attune with seamless ease, there can be no doubt, no question; this is the beginning of a love with such potential, it is difficult to define.
The love that stirs this partnership is deeper than oceans, taller than skies and wider than continents. This love, if nurtured, can change the course of life, find explicit joy and radiate outwardly to a world in need of substance. This love is the beginning of perfection rarely aspired. Not based on the power of lustful awakening, or the hope of inadequate need, two souls approach with loving hearts in surrender to right, knowing experience and recognising selfless being.
When two souls such as this are drawn together and accepting, the breadth of loving potential is without bounds. Exploring this communion is far from normal, strange in happening and miraculous in possibility, yet there is no fear, no doubt, nothing except the feeling of home, sureness of place and the trivial details of physical life.
In middle age I have found such a love and I am inspired beyond words. I dared to think it possible in life and had all but given up hope. That is when life delivered her to me. Now, each second we are apart I am halved, missing the fullness of being. What was whole as me alone is now expanded threefold as half of us together. I had no purpose, no plan, and no idea of this. The process of attraction, understanding and compromise was expected but not realised to any extent until I met her. However there is nothing to change, to manipulate, to temper, to adjust to create a relationship. This relationship existed from the beginning, driving its course with us as passengers; choice seems impossible, and strangely unnecessary.
Our bodies, our minds and our souls are connected completely; I do not understand why, nor do I seek to. I accept this gift and remain grateful beyond words. Two freed pieces of a puzzle finding each other in the darkness of life’s course is a miracle to me, and I had to share my thoughts. As a writer, that’s all I can do.