Communiqué

Thank you for this Ahavati  ... love ox

❤ xo

you have my heart, mind and lungs and soul, all over the place
ricocheting into each other

beautiful otherly being

beautiful and thought provoking - sadly what love is is too easily forgotten :-(

excellent ink :-)

love this <3

oddly, i've never been more alone
than when i was in love
i'll hang on to this tho
(just in case)
xo

Well damn! Just like that....you move me!

Ink laced in truth... 😘

The use of capitals is a bit confusing to me, but the poem flows really well and has a quality of wholeness where it doesn't feel like you've said too much or missed anything out. It also has a sophisticated sense of mystery and spirituality which is what I most love about it.

I agree about the caps; there were a few I'd completely missed.  They've been corrected. Thank you for the secondary observations and RL Honor.

Can't help but LOVE this!! Applauding loudly for this lady! :)

This is very admirable work!
Like it a lot Ahavati!
Thanks.

Cool sentiment, well writ..... but
eye
beg
to differ on the basic pre'miss......

apparently some of us become 'untouchables' after
a while (despite the poster-boy Nice Guy i been all my life).......but then someone says "it's your own fault", so,
y'jus'gotta say "g'odd bless you", & shut thfuck up on the topic.

Ol'bastard's always raining on someone's parade...gets what he de-serves.

One doesn't have to be toucheable physically to realize they're not alone, Danielson. It's not about our physical reality or human companionship. It's about the Universe maneuvering messages into place.    
 
It's reading a poem, written by a poet you've never heard of or read before,  addressing the same thing you're contemplating in your heart at the very second you're contemplating it.      
 
It's that song, out of billions that could've been played at that moment, that maybe you haven't heard since childhood, or highschool, or never before hearing it at that exact moment, realizing it's speaking to you.  
 
It's the stranger or friend or neighbor saying something you needed to hear. It's a quote you hear or see, or maybe a social networking post confirming something you were considering.    
 
Or it's a voice coming out of the darkness reciting in the resonant frequency of your own.  

There's a million permutations of reminders that you're not alone, and not one has to do with human touch. I should know, because it's exactly what this poem is about.  
 
That despite how lonely you are or have been, or what you're missing in your life ( or feel you're missing ), there's always hope in the answers and signs that we're not alone.    
 
Sometimes the Universe deals you a winning hand after you learn the contrast of its opposite.  I mean think about it, would you give someone a gift knowing they wouldn't appreciate it?  

eye see pretty much all you say here, but we's rarely have any idear what we's talkin'bout outside of this framework of ersatz 'reality' we's trapped in, & thus, keep "making things up" (aka:" beliefs") to keep thee Ego "in the know", tho vapid & ephemeral it be.

This is why I allow my feelings vs thoughts to be my compass ( not saying I don't use reason and logic ).      
 
Just as we imagine things to believe outside this suit of flesh to keep us in belief, we can also deny there's anything beyond it by virtue of hopelessness.   Something I hope I never experience. Or anyone I know.

in "my case" hopelessness (&hope) are irrelevant to any overriding Truth (which we'll never know anyway due to our egocentric interpretivism cluttering 'reality' out of eXistence)........but, for all practical porpoises, i'll admit that it's probably some kind of brain-damage "on my part".   Bless ye, Tam.

**bows reverently**

I love your voice in this write, perfect phrasing and word choice but more importantly the insipiring message within.

Damn near perfect.

B

I don't know that I've ever had anyone bow reverently, mouse. Or say "Damn near perfect." So I thank you kindly for that.