Bond Of Our Common Need

To Find You Is To Find Me

“There can be different types of bonds in life, with different people. But, no bond is less important than the other. And no matter you may not have a certain kind of bond other people have, you can have other types of bonds those people cannot have.

And there’s more to it — when you don’t have a certain type of needful bond, the other bonds you have formed with different people, all of them double (it is like, when one is born blind, their other four senses are doubled).

So, I know it is hard, but you must not grieve over what you do not have. Instead, try to embrace what you already have.

Do not feel alone or lost. What you are lacking, is added to other types of relationships, and of course, it may not feel the same way as it would if you had a certain bond, but it is not gone, it is still there, only, in another form…

Preserve your bonds and fight to protect them — that is the path of a Blade Warrior…” ― Tamuna Tsertsvadze, Zodiac Circle

We may never meet - that is not even strange for we have chosen, or have been chosen by different times, to walk this earth and different roads to the same place.

We have also chosen different parts to land on even different shores with different tongues; yet that's only a start for you know I am here and I too know of you but want to know you.

In the dance of souls the beats of the hearts we are made to remember that bond of common need and that’s why I write and paint many pictures, so in marks of my brushes you will find some sketches of that which drives you - if we are lucky you will see why I have had to read wide (ever since I could remember) and nobody seems to get it -

I too have been on the hunt looking for you in the woods, looking for you in the words you whispered to the others, in truths left here and there, the wind curated pollinator parts, the bits & pieces of you laid out far and wide in grand benevolence and for all those who care, I have had to explain: To find you is to find me

and when that happens the earth we have traveled will certify with a sigh in hidden bluesy rhythms, the sky will shed a tear the sun will beam a smile just before dusk the moon will sneak out a little early to disclaim a shy innocence to the stars that sparkle in more luminous lustre

there will be a swaying pact of scented foliages and blossoms signed on the brow of the trees by the caress of the longing wind, and the flames will rage on in the marrows to heat up the bones of our broken bodies where our follies and our fears, in ruptured pipe of our anguish, spray the air in sprinkler spin to bathe the invisible ancient ones whose songs meld in the symphony of the Muses of our bay, our pores taking all, our senses running full, our taste buds on the whetstone -

We still may never meet; and even when we meet it may never occur to us, for this always holds true, the journey changes us and what we set out to find - in shadows of our own eyes

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