The expectation of a loved one
understanding my thoughts, my needs
without my having to tell her, or explain.
Just like a mother…

And my disappointment when
that expectation is not met,
turning love into anger,
which hides the sadness,
which hides the fear –
Am I ever going to find my soul mate,
the one that will see into the depths of my core –
And Know me?

There is only One who can do that.

The space between is opaque,
I cannot read your thoughts,
though I can read your emotions.
It takes observation and empathy.
I have to be open to receive.

It might take a lifetime
to find that inner calmness,
the fullness of a peace
that allows me to be open
fully.

It is confusing.
I can “hear” my thoughts so clearly,
why can’t you?

If I wish to communicate my thoughts,
the best way is to clothe them in a story,
or a narrative – an adventure
that will awaken your emotions and feelings.
Thus I create a density,
weaving a bridge between us
that is filled with images and feelings.
This is the material
with which the density is molded,
the material
that makes up
the landscape
to transmit
my thoughts
and
my feelings
to my Beloved.