So Much More Yet…

The growth is in my own awareness – that there is so much still to reach, to feel, so much more yet to do.  At times, the contours of what I am feel like the worn-out grooves in a piece of furniture accustomed to holding me. At other times, I feel I have to become a stranger to myself to truly know who I am.  In my willful estrangement from myself, I can reach out and experience intimacy with my own thoughts anew – all here is alive and crackling with electricity.

When you shake hands with the stranger you are, when you move hesitantly to give that embrace, you know, the one that says: ‘welcome home, welcome home, again’ –  it is likely that the floodgates of feeling will be flung open, that numbness will hurriedly pack-up and bid you adieu, and joy…joy will say:

‘Thank you for letting me in. I was waiting at the doorstep for so long, I almost thought you’d forgotten me!’

You will reassure yourself, one arm over the shoulder of your hesitating visitor: ‘I didn’t hear you knock, dear old friend, but I’m here now and I’m ready and there’s so much more yet for us...’

A couch shared by you and joy, some tea or coffee, flowing and flowing like the heart-to-heart between you both.

Oh, all that there is yet to discover! So…who is at your door, waiting? Who needs the embrace?

Peace and Love always,

Tabassum