In the Meantime

“i want to be
in love with you

the same way
i am in
love with the moon

with the light
shining
out of its soul.”
― Sanober Khan

In the meantime…while I wait for love’s sweet embrace,

I wait, but I do not sit still. In stillness I may sit in meditation, but it is then that I wait not.

I hold the space open for you at my side, but never am I truly alone.

At times I may feel lonely, but all I need do is light my candle in your honor, and feel your warmth from across the room.

When the waves of my emotions threaten to strike me down I hold my ground. At times that ground is in the shifting sands of the shore break. If I am feeling weak or the emotions too strong and I do collapse, I do not let it keep me down.

While I await your return, I sit and weave my words. But never do my feet gather moss.

Sometimes I imagine what you may be doing or thinking as I go about my day. Other times I wonder what it will be like when we finally meet. I do not dwell on these fantasies, yet they are there.

You are not on this earth to complete me. You are my compliment, likeness, and support. All of these things exist in me now, even without you here by my side.

In the meantime, I live my life to the fullest. Yes, there are times when I grow lonely. Yes, there are times when I long for more.

In the meantime, I am here. Waiting. Standing up in the shifting sands of the shore break. Lighting my candle. Holding the space. Complete in myself. Join me, the water is divine!

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