The landscape, dreamlike, floated past her motionless body.
Reliving the events recently past cast her into a vast
and swirling pool of confusion, revelation and incredulity.
'Could this have really happened?' rang through her mind.
'Is it really possible?'
The images captured her,
binding her body to the earth,
opening her mind to the universe.
It started so innocently and quietly.
She saw the young woman walking and felt immediately
a profound connection, a knowing, a love for her.
A young adult herself, she followed eagerly the allure.
The young woman recognized her at once,
and without hesitation, they walked together.
There are those you meet in this life with whom
you share a soul-contract, an agreement of a journey
shared to grow, heal, love, create...
These two women understood immediately,
felt the connection, but knew not
the contract they were to fulfill together.
So, they loved and walked,
fell deeply one into the other,
experienced exquisite bliss and happiness.
Then, out from the mist stepped a man,
clad in greys and browns
and garnished with eyes of steel
and a smile contorted into a scowl.
He too knew this woman,
approached her with the arrogance
born of authority and rank.
Sanction and blessing were his to confer
and he wasted not his breath in
apprising her of his judgment.
'What are you doing?!' he exclaimed.
'Who do you think you are, parading
about like this, with another woman?!'
She spoke not, but in response gathered
her partner's hand in hers and stood resolutely,
quietly defying his judgment.
In anger and disbelief, he disappeared into the mist.
They gazed into each others' eyes and vowed
that nothing could separate them, ever.
But as they walked, more stepped from the midst,
chiding her, calling her back to the fold,
pronouncing judgment on her soul,
lambasting her with profanities surpassed only
by the hate coursing from their being.
The acerbic ridicule escalated into physical threats.
But still, she would not loose the hand of her partner.
Without words, she proclaimed her right to happiness and love.
And, facing excommunication from her community and family
for this profound and singular love,
the veil lifted from her person,
revealing a heart broken by their betrayal.
Her countenance grew hard with anger and definance.
She would never again kowtow to rules of community
defined by fear and hate.
She felt love, was inspired to find the greatness in herself
by this love, healed and grew and laughed in this love.
Something so precious could not be wrong,
and she,
she was Love worthy.
So she and her partner walked together,
fortified by their love for themselves and each other.
But they, the others,
fed by fear and ignorance,
could not allow such a shameless display
of love and happiness.
Nor could they tolerate deviation from the rules
that held tightly that community of believers.
So, they set out to stop the abhorrent abomination.
Secretly, they approached Loveworthy's partner.
'She is dirty, you know. She is bad. She can
only mean trouble for you. Best you leave now,
while you can' they advised.
Frightened by the others, her partner appealed to Loveworthy.
'What are we doing?' she asked. 'Is it okay for us be together?'
'Will they hurt us? Is it worth it? Are we worth it?'
Loveworthy stared at the one who made her heart sing,
the one with whom she shared a soul contract.
And, she cried.
The hate and enmity, like a poison, had penetrated her partner's
heart and soul. It had turned her against herself,
made her question her own wisdom, and worse,
made her doubt her own worthiness to be and feel love.
Broken, Loveworthy turned away,
the walk no longer theirs,
their love stolen by ignorance and fear.
They caught her that day,
walking alone by a stream.
There, they took her.
She could not be allowed to endure.
Her message was audacious,
too strange, too dangerous.
She walks no more by this stream.
Her smile, the potential that was hers,
the love she offered,
all died that day.
And here I lie, next to that stream,
unable to move, transfixed by the memories
of the love that was mine and that I gave away.
Through my tears,
I see her spirit, feel her touch my heart.
And I see for the first time
that she is me.
I am her.
In her shadow, I stand.
In her eyes, I live.
In her heart, I am
Loveworthy.
Reliving the events recently past cast her into a vast
and swirling pool of confusion, revelation and incredulity.
'Could this have really happened?' rang through her mind.
'Is it really possible?'
The images captured her,
binding her body to the earth,
opening her mind to the universe.
It started so innocently and quietly.
She saw the young woman walking and felt immediately
a profound connection, a knowing, a love for her.
A young adult herself, she followed eagerly the allure.
The young woman recognized her at once,
and without hesitation, they walked together.
There are those you meet in this life with whom
you share a soul-contract, an agreement of a journey
shared to grow, heal, love, create...
These two women understood immediately,
felt the connection, but knew not
the contract they were to fulfill together.
So, they loved and walked,
fell deeply one into the other,
experienced exquisite bliss and happiness.
Then, out from the mist stepped a man,
clad in greys and browns
and garnished with eyes of steel
and a smile contorted into a scowl.
He too knew this woman,
approached her with the arrogance
born of authority and rank.
Sanction and blessing were his to confer
and he wasted not his breath in
apprising her of his judgment.
'What are you doing?!' he exclaimed.
'Who do you think you are, parading
about like this, with another woman?!'
She spoke not, but in response gathered
her partner's hand in hers and stood resolutely,
quietly defying his judgment.
In anger and disbelief, he disappeared into the mist.
They gazed into each others' eyes and vowed
that nothing could separate them, ever.
But as they walked, more stepped from the midst,
chiding her, calling her back to the fold,
pronouncing judgment on her soul,
lambasting her with profanities surpassed only
by the hate coursing from their being.
The acerbic ridicule escalated into physical threats.
But still, she would not loose the hand of her partner.
Without words, she proclaimed her right to happiness and love.
And, facing excommunication from her community and family
for this profound and singular love,
the veil lifted from her person,
revealing a heart broken by their betrayal.
Her countenance grew hard with anger and definance.
She would never again kowtow to rules of community
defined by fear and hate.
She felt love, was inspired to find the greatness in herself
by this love, healed and grew and laughed in this love.
Something so precious could not be wrong,
and she,
she was Love worthy.
So she and her partner walked together,
fortified by their love for themselves and each other.
But they, the others,
fed by fear and ignorance,
could not allow such a shameless display
of love and happiness.
Nor could they tolerate deviation from the rules
that held tightly that community of believers.
So, they set out to stop the abhorrent abomination.
Secretly, they approached Loveworthy's partner.
'She is dirty, you know. She is bad. She can
only mean trouble for you. Best you leave now,
while you can' they advised.
Frightened by the others, her partner appealed to Loveworthy.
'What are we doing?' she asked. 'Is it okay for us be together?'
'Will they hurt us? Is it worth it? Are we worth it?'
Loveworthy stared at the one who made her heart sing,
the one with whom she shared a soul contract.
And, she cried.
The hate and enmity, like a poison, had penetrated her partner's
heart and soul. It had turned her against herself,
made her question her own wisdom, and worse,
made her doubt her own worthiness to be and feel love.
Broken, Loveworthy turned away,
the walk no longer theirs,
their love stolen by ignorance and fear.
They caught her that day,
walking alone by a stream.
There, they took her.
She could not be allowed to endure.
Her message was audacious,
too strange, too dangerous.
She walks no more by this stream.
Her smile, the potential that was hers,
the love she offered,
all died that day.
And here I lie, next to that stream,
unable to move, transfixed by the memories
of the love that was mine and that I gave away.
Through my tears,
I see her spirit, feel her touch my heart.
And I see for the first time
that she is me.
I am her.
In her shadow, I stand.
In her eyes, I live.
In her heart, I am
Loveworthy.
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