October 2011 – Johannesburg


Once Again

On the edge of Light

Divided I stand

 shall I fall? Shall I fight?

To the Breach! To the Breach!

The valor cry!

But none stand with me

Alone, I face my lie

Is this my path?

I rise, only to fall?

Is there not a neither?

Where just being, is the All.

Is this Life not the dream?

Where right and wrong deceive

Is not the True Life just being,

Through which we Truth, in Light, conceive?

I met a woman – a friend of a friend – one night when I was out alone.  It was one of those surreal evenings out when, fueled by relationship fatigue and alchohol, I was pretty much open to meeting someone new. And I did.  As we all do, sooner or later in our lives there will appear the other women (man).

She and I “just clicked”. We already “knew” each other, even though we had just met.  My heart was pounding. My sweaty palms moist against hers.  She even had a simian line on her left palm, just like mine.  The Universe was speaking, or so it seemed*.     That evening felt like eternity, although it ended in a blink. We parted ways and we were both in love.  *Interpreted by Jose Cuervo, apparently.

Except, we were both parting ways to return to our significant others.  I knew then, that this was a defining moment for me – not for what my racing heart was telling me to do – but for what my Soul was telling me not to.  Divided, I would remain standing, integral, whole.  Together with her, I would fall.  We both would.

The next day I chose to stand. But in my heart of hearts I know there must be another way. A way to express love, without harming others whom we love. We love for a reason. We love because love itself is boundless and seeks expression at every opportunity. It arises from the very fabric of consciousness itself.  True Love is a Fountanhead, a Wellspring. The Source of all good things. It cannot, should not, be denied. Yet so many love stories end in pain – either those who love, because they suppress and deny that love, or by the expression of their love, others are hurt. This shouldn’t be. It can’t be. There must be a middle way.