TWO FRIENDS WALKING A STRANGE ROAD TOGETHER
June 10, 2011
Last night I heard you with my second ears.
No, I think they were my third ears;
the ears that can hear what the
heart speaks softly under the stuttering speech
of the mind.
I heard your sorrow for your inability to merge your life with another.
It wasn’t about “me”, you said. You have never partnered well, you said.
I heard your admission that you ignored Wisdom
when you promised whatever was necessary
to convince me to be your bride—
things you knew you couldn’t do, or didn’t want to do, or be.
I heard your grief for hurting me
because you deceived me in order to get what you wanted—
at the expense of what I wanted—
eventually at the expense of what you wanted.
I heard your longing to be released
to live your life as you need to live it.
I heard your desire not to hurt me,
even though you know it is impossible for this not to hurt me.
I heard Love whispering when you told me
I am the best friend you’ve ever had—
the only one ever to have breached the walls.
I heard your silent plea that I not withdraw this friendship.
We were two friends walking a strange road together.
There was a sign that said DETOUR.
Your instincts said this sign was not meant for you.
Your path led straight ahead.
You ignored the small print and took the detour.
I read the small print and saw that the detour did not include me.
My path led another direction.
I didn’t believe the sign; I took the detour with you.
Here we are, many miles later, full circle back to where we began;
where our paths diverge.
We are two friends who have walked a strange road together.
You gave me a time and a place to heal; to come back to my Self.
I challenged you to find who you truly are.
We are learning to see through the Eyes of Love.
I release you to follow the path that is set before you.
You extend your hand in friendship.
And Love flows through us—cleansing away the debris
Left from the wild tantrums of our Egos.
We are two friends walking a strange road together.