To become conscious is a long process, to become open to sorrow, look upon it as a part of living, of developing, of changing.
you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him traveling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
Sometimes you meet someone
or maybe you do not.
Sometimes someone loves you
sometimes they love a lot.
Sometimes you love them
more than you know.
And sometimes that love
is on a simmering low.
Sometimes you decide
and it feels like magic
Sometimes all this thinking
is terribly tragic!
I am a woman with a body. For that I offer no explanation, shame, excuse or apology. In a culture obsessed with women shrinking, confidence is controversial. It is courage. I’m taking my peace back.
…bit of an opium… this being in #Leh with #poppies :)
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
…being at #SECMOL, learning how to beat the traditional #drum… #Ladakh
The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.
…hello-ing all from #ladakh with #apricot #blossoms and blue sky! :) hope you doing well…
And I have always known that, at heart, I would have you no different. But most people don’t know how to love. Nothing is enough for them. They must have their dreams. It’s the only thing they do well. Dreaming. They dream up obligations. New ones every day. They long for undiscovered countries, fresh demands, another call. While some of us are left with the knowledge that love can never wait. A shared bed, a hand in yours, that’s the only thing that matters. The worst thing of all is fear. The fear of being alone.
All things, even the deepest sorrow or the most profound happiness are all temporary. Hope is fuel for the soul, without hope, forward motion ceases.
I don’t want to be liked, particularly, I’d like to be understood.
Page 1 of 136