Two is enough for me. If you gave me three, four, six, seven; I’d simply say, “Thank you, but one is just heaven.”
I don’t know why I look up to the sky. Maybe because the answers to questions of low; Seem to always be found up high or higher so.
Busy, rushing, too many, too much. Why does this game always feel the same? Same old numbers adding up to more pain.
It’s why I like less, one and two. Simpler, calmer, easier, intimate and quiet. My cat used to say, “Emma you and me, that’s it.”
You see my smile, hear my voice. But you do not see me or hear me and it is quite alright; I have gifted myself wisdom to remain not small, but full of height.
The light shines brightly, kindly and with soft intention. My heart is guided in the utmost strangest way now; I am sorry for the explanation that I have not to know how.
I will not take up space where someone else should be. My mind and soul have figured out the equation and it has come, with some hesitation. But question not my intuition strong, I am lightning and thunder, the rain my slippery sedation.
Not nine or twelve or five. Just one or two. The world is not what they say. I look at you looking at me and think, “this is an incredible day.”
The water on petals, the dirt on my boots. The ducks in twos, the sunshine plus one. Did you hear that? Silence and so many, but also none.
I can’t believe I am here now. Taken so far and so deep. You reminded me that there is special in nothing. Then I fell into a sleep and woke up with a perfect and reliable, trusting of something.
The softness fills me. The colour enchants my eyes. I cry with gratitude and thanks; I have won the prize.
The day had rain and so did the night. Cool sparkles on tall towers flashing and few; I held out my tongue to taste, the sound of you.
You whispered and then screamed. Confused were many but some so sure; The temperature changing creating a blur.
Silence please, momentary stillness you gave. A tear in the fabric my clothes are worn and holed; The dampness outside and now in, leaves me quite cold.
Receiving and receiving, eloquent angels of mine. Your language subtle, clear, persistent and radical; My layer is shed now what’s left, a new botanical.
Hanging and sitting tick, tick, tick. Years of noise a tapestry turned into a portal; Seek what is beyond the hands of the immortal.
The breeze is with me I feel your message on my skin. A realignment, unaltered contemplation in the quiet; I am walking to mend your broken stagnation. What a riot.
Stopping, pausing, holding, nothing without nothing. Emerging in the night what was not had in the day; I graciously hold your screams and whispers, never alone I stay.
There is time, here and there we end but begin again. I am waiting for you and for you too, can you come back? I promise to give you a most wonderful snack.
Breathless just so you know, I am emptying the overflow. Time and time and time again, wiser am I to let go; Synchronicity you have me, guided, decoded, and now I know.
Thank you to all of you, I see you. Vibrations higher and higher…clean. Time is back in motion – going toward I am not green.
When we first met you told me that I had reached my final destination. I felt it with every breath I took looking at you, inhaling you, touching you and listening to you. Being silent with you. Walking with you.
You carried me away to a wonderful place of exploration and I never imagined I could feel what it is that I do for you. You still light me up, cool me down, wrap me up and sing to me such a sweet, sweet song.
As the years have gone by I’ve needed you more in different ways, and in each way I needed you, like magic you gave it. You’ve kept showing up in exactly the right ways, like you had the secret formula of what to do every time I needed to be held just enough so that my mind and my heart could remain free, but also protected and nourished. Nourished is a great word to describe how I feel with you in my life. I feel fed in all the ways a human spirit can be fed and you do so without asking anything in return. Except, I love giving to you maybe more than you do to me but you don’t know that. You just want to give, I just want to give, and our dance is so special. Thirsty for reciprocation and it’s quenching because we know what we can do for each other and how to hit the spot, the bullseye, every time. We just know, minimal discussion, it’s an easy alignment.
When we are in sync, which is pretty much all the time, it’s thrilling, the way we beam because of one another, it feels unique. I wonder who before me it was that held the space that I now occupy. Could they do what I do? Was anyone able to do it quite like me? Before you, there were exciting moments and pleasurable times with others, but nothing like this. This makes too much sense it’s scary.
That secret little spot that I have, where I go when I need to cry and really think and process, I love the way you give me shelter when we are there together. You sit with me and listen and you always know the right things to say to make the tears flow harder and to then sweep them away. You give me my alone time, my much needed space and then, as if you’re inside my head carefully listening for when I say, “ok, come get me,” you quietly and gently appear with softness and warmth and that irresistible smile. That smile. The lines on your face, the creases, the pigments to your flesh, the tones you wear perfectly that flutter my senses higher than sky. The glaze in your eyes that pierce through every layer of longing inside me and stir the flowing potions in my veins. How do you know? How do I know? Because we’ve been doing this for centuries.
You didn’t know I was coming and I had no idea that you were a part of my answer. We’ve always been sailing together on the same ship though. You are growing me and I’m growing you too. Our healing powers like thunder and lightning, bold sound and fearless light ricocheting off one another balancing the decibels and signals to perfection.
Remember that time we were sitting on the rock in my other favourite spot? It was raining. You had a broken wing and were tired from such a long flight, trying to fly injured. You were reflecting on things and then you said to me after a long silence, “The moment you elevate who you are, what you have is forced to catch up. You’re not stuck, you’re under construction. Change who you are and what you have cannot stay the same.”
I have changed and what I have now is greater and more important and more valuable than anything I could have understood before. Pain stays only long enough to get you to that next place. Nothing happens in a state of resistance. I remember thinking that day sitting there in the rain with you how distinct and precious you are. You said to me then that I was among the rarest you had ever seen and felt.
Love stories exist in many forms. Some we can’t see or hear or touch. Those within the energetic vibrations of the Earth. It’s not just from human to human, but from element to person, animal to animal, water to tree, wind to dirt, human to rain, love is intertwined with every life form around us, breathing or not. Love can be found and cherished in whatever way we choose.
I feel so much love from you that with each breath, I inhale comfort and stability into my soul and it fills my lungs with oxygen that’s supercharged with extra molecules. When I exhale, you absorb my wisdom and you’ve shown me time and time again how it’s helped to change you too and how my presence in your life has gifted you in countless ways. I feel needed and adored.
Before I met you I didn’t know something like this was possible and maybe i’m crazy to be in love so strongly here like this, but that’s fine. I no longer have walls. I am strong and sure. The love I pass to you everyday and receive back has created an unexpected soothing partnership that I wouldn’t trade. I gave myself to you knowing this was going to be an amazing ride and it sure has. Thank you for being there for me and for watching over me. I am still in love with every part of you. You are my home.
Emma Wisdom 