वोर्ड्स फ्रॉम थे dreamer

I ached for shared silence, not the ackward hills conversation where we reach for something, anything, to cover the tension of trying to be with too much of other and too little of ourselves, but the moment of fullness that let each of us unfold and know who we really are.
I long for silence with another where there is nothing to forgive or explain or justify, where we agree to abandon quickly spoken words for a time so we do not abandon ourselves or each other for a time so we do not choose between belonging to myself and being with the world. And when these silences come, I feel how am working my way home through whatever the hold –terror or tenderness, grief or celebration –spiraling ever closer to a sweetness I have ached for all my life-

This coming together and moving apart is what makes us aware that we are all, each of us, alone. And when I am fully with myself, it is almost enough, almost. But when you hold my aloneness and I hold yours, when I know we will not hold the necessary silence against each other, I am penetrated by a greater intimacy, an intimacy with the other, the mystery that permeates everything, that penetrates and vibrates in my skin, your blood, my bones. It is what makes my breath and your breath the same breath, breathing us all into the next moment.

It is here, where my solitude and yours sit side by side that I know this other is never completely other, that I meet the I that is not simply myself, that I am truly with the world.

This is how I want to dance together, over and over again, so that even when we are apart you are both with me and without me as you were when we sat next to each other- This-this solitude and merging together with each other that lets us remember the Great Silence that sustain us –is the home my soul seeks
-omdreamer