Distant
Destinations
Surely
there can be no more important matter than attending to the heart.
The heart that longs to be with the one it loves.
And the soul must feel every emotion of that longing.
I could wish that Heaven existed now in a world of complete unity, so I
would never be separated from you again. My
desperation is disciplined in sacred acts of self-discipline.
How I wish to sometimes remove the chains that prevent us from joining.
Some chains are so invisible that even the most purists love cannot
unlock. So we learn to live with
this impending sorrow of not being able to stem the time~ physically away from
our lover.
When
I was much younger, the separation was by far cruel and incomprehensible to my
young mind. Luckily I have survived
the passionate years of pheromones and puberty.
Consequently, I have come through the teenage and younger years of
passion quite intact. If I only had
time to focus on my physical attraction to another, I would dishonor love.
I would not insult what love is to me.
And even though I cannot hold you in my arms, I house you close to my
heart. And though I cannot kiss
your lips on a daily basis, I consider my hot drink and enjoy the thought that
you probably are drinking a hot drink too.
Then when I am lonely, I may be sad, but not hopeless.
In the footsteps of the night, I search for you as I sleep in the magical
History Mountains of all dreams ever dreamt.
My
passion and desire satiated with the thoughts of our days together when we were
able to embrace one another physically. When
my hand would stroke the side of your breasts, you would shatter with
excitement! When my most protected source of Joy was in your hands, I could feel
your lips and tongue as you pleased me. When
that final day I looked into your eyes, you showed me tears of sorrow before I
was ever gone. And now so far away from you that I can only look at stars in the
night and know that we exist in the same universe.
Until my dying breath, I will train, and I will work, and I will pray for
the powers that be’ “have mercy on us” and allow us to unite once again!
Furthermore,
if this is the only life we live, then I shall take refuge in knowing that both
of our bodies shall return to the Earth. To
filter down into the ground and seek each other out in the many plants, that
grow from roots’ of the nourishment’ of our bodies.
May some magical bird carry my seed to you, so we may grow together as
the tallest trees in the forests. I sometimes think the pain is so great because
half of my heart is with you. It’s
a pain I’ll gladly live with. May
it always remind me of the nights we slept together hand-in-hand.
My human physical world desperately desires to be in physical contact.
And my spiritual soul is unable to leave the body.
This is why melancholy sometimes surrounds me.
Thomas
A. SUTOR
P.O.
Box 2343
Lompoc
CA 93438
Rockhawk.com
