Then Again

I want you to see me
You do –
but only in the spaces between

I want to believe that those are the spaces that matter
But I know that the melody (defined by the silence) is important too
Those notes lend a voice
The voice then heard when the music goes quiet

So I am afraid
Afraid that if you don’t see me in colour
You won’t see the the contrast that is beauty
The beauty that is love

Then again…

Love is not about what I want it to be
Love just is
And if I can let it be
If I can trust
Then truth exists
Outside the stories, the songs, the objets d’art
It neither asks nor grants
It provides only the sustenance that is needed
But the provision is infinite

In that infinity, I am seen

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