For whatever reason this morning as I peruse the blogs (logues) so finely written by so many on here, I find myself connecting one to the other as fluidly as if they were all somehow written in tandem, by distant agreement with not so much as a whisper from one writer to one another.
These written descriptions of human relationship, whether in poetry form, merely venting or told in story form, all tie together with some phase, journey or conclusion of the human experience. The inherent factor in each work being that each writer tells a compelling story I am fairly certain is only an inkling of their back story.
Coincidentally, I have been giving a great deal of thought to roles humans assume in relation to others. For example, a familiar (ie: husband, long time friend, close relative) takes the liberty of omitting the humane kindness and respect they would naturally give others without even noticing the slow erosion of the relationship until you no longer want to spend time with them. They may sit wondering why that is. They may never even wonder. I don’t wonder. Nor do I wander far from what life shows me. I know why it isn’t any longer. So does anyone who has walked the rude road.
Hold that position, I say, no closed fist but with an open hand and heart in synchronicity with wiser, quiet eyes. My eyes have observed and witnessed much. My mind carries visions sealed in dark frames I would rather purge. But it is often witnessing the darkness that has proven most revealing with a glimmer of behind and beyond to what is yet humanly possible.
My own love has known heights of oxygen in other galaxies, utterly breathless as I flew so effortlessly into the unknown depths of meteorite canyons severely inadequate to hold my vast pain. Yet, love returns. There is no cliff too high to leap from nor valley too low for soft landing. My heart knows contradiction is the human stance.
My spirit knows hope the only guide as we wend our way toward the eventuality awaiting all of us.
Yes, hold that position, I say.
Hold that position.
(c) JAM 15Jan2012