The Intimacy We Could Drink, If Only We Could Stop the Sink!
Posted: Thursday, March 03, 2011
by Christofer French
Rain Dancer Associates, LLC
We are so close to one another that we push others away as we make room to think.
Oh, yes, remember that time on the elevator when she smiled at you, and you thought it was too sexually charged?
Remember?
The waters of love pour out of the faucet and down the sink.
As we position ourselves under the faucet to get a full dose of Divine Something, we push away the one that is trying to love us.
You know where our mysteries really lie? In the answer to the story as to why you never got to know the person you have been sitting next to for 25 years.
Those moments that we save with snapshots of those we really love are pressed into Time Albums while we ignore the ordinary love pressing itself against us in its ardent plea for more attention as you sip a Coke at lunch.
Cliques are fine. It’s what humans do to assure themselves they won’t lose hyper average friends for the real authentic ones that we could access, if only we reached out and waited for non-rejection. It could happen. The faucet keeps gushing its daily love, but we have no plug for the sink. So while we try to gather mouthfuls, it slips into the dark hole.
And then every once in awhile there is Real Sex. But we are so overwhelmed with the electricity of it, the slow-moving, undulating soul-shaking voltage sends baritone overtones through our love-starved Divine Places. And we lick the water off the sink while a quart passes by our Love Craving Interiors.
And so we go, dehydrating as we wear ourselves out grasping for the tiniest bit of moisture.
The metrics of your Divine Self are so beyond you, that you can only cry a little bit for the techniques you are missing.
But the crying helps. The crying makes you sense, this love and intimacy thing is actually really accessible; if only we could get beyond gender and age and cultural doo dah, and the “aint I smart and clever”.
Behind wrinkled flesh, and twenty year old’s acne is the soul with skin tightened over it.
Of course there are tremendous differences. Don’t let anyone tell you there aren’t.
But we are not supposed to be confused by the differences. We are given a small mission. See the you in me. See the me in you. With all of our differences, dive for the intimacy of gazing into the eyes of the Other who is full of Love Possibility.
And yes, maybe you will find a wife, or a buddy, or just a sweet little acquaintance. And maybe.
Just maybe.
In that quest, you will explore the undiscovered land
That is YOU.
It’s like going through Kansas and saying how boring it is and driving through the ghetto and saying how culturally rich it is.
You are driving through all of your places, not so you can tell someone you have travelled over it a thousand times; you are driving through your places so that the big mystery of you can be revealed to you in a thousand different ways.
Oh, I know, you don’t think you are that interesting?
Sure you are.
We just all need to help each other plug up the gushing sink and do some back strokes in the miasma that is God’s Earthy, Muddy Wonderful Creation. The Me and The You, and the Them all splashing God’s love in the moisture-soaked eyes of each other.
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