The Knowing

“your hand

touching mine.

this is how

galaxies

collide.”

― Sanober Khan

When I am still, I know you are there.

Just as I feel the pull of gravity on my body, I feel the pull of your heart, as mine pulls yours. I wonder if you can feel it, too. I imagine that you do.

With each stone that I overturn and find another piece of myself, the pull on our hearts strengthens. I know I am closer to you.

With each hot coal that I throw back into the fire, my inner stillness grows. It is then that I know that you are closer to me.

It is only in my imagination and dream time that I feel what it will be like when we finally meet (again).

I can only imagine the many things that we will have in common, and the things that we can share that are not.

For now, my dear, I simply wait for the doors to our galaxies to open so that we can meet (again), in person, in this dimension.

It is an active waiting with bouts of stillness.

It is a letting go of what no longer serves me, so that my hands are free to meet yours.

Until we meet (again) know that I am here.

Namaste

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Published by Tiffany

Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there. ~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C. View more posts