She sits there looking so achingly beautiful, mocking me. All she wants is to be held and caressed, listened to, brought to life, and be allowed for her chords to resonate. She is not asking too much, but I am afraid of her realizing I am not the one to release her inner vibrations.
She enticed me to bring her into my home four years ago. So much hope and promise for our new-found love, for that is what it was, love at first sight. I had a dream you see, and one day she presented herself to me. In my desire to possess such fine beauty, I tossed caution to the wind, and carried her back into my world. At first our relationship was very much give and take, and we both understood, without using words, that we needed to feel our way slowly into our combined rhythms. Her patience was unbounded, but alas, my confidence waned, and fear took over my psyche.
I read an apropos quote today on the internet from Goddess Meets the Buddha:
“It’s impossible.” said pride.
“It’s risky.” said experience.
“It’s pointless.” said reason.
“Give it a try.” whispered the heart.
I do believe that it is time….