Dirty

She said everything about a relationship was messy.  Real relationships anyway, not the fake kind where people never truly let the other in.  The real ones take a lot of courage.  Mostly because you let that other person see you stripped down and often in the most undignified light.

Come to think of it, life itself is often one big mess after another.  Well, that is if you are doing it right.  That's how you should see it, a little raw and rough around the edges.  As much fun as it is to get dressed up and play pretend, that's just make believe living.

Don't be afraid to get in there and get your hands dirty.  

Kryptonite

She said she wished that you had no affect.  That she could walk away.  Maybe even throw a fuck you over her shoulder as she turned to go.

I laughed at her, for her to even think she could be that strong.  We all know the drill.  The way the two of you have been linked since that day in the gym when you looked up into the bleachers, watching her watching you.  The rest of us never could figure out, even way back then, which of you was the kryptonite.

Always

She said there is always room to grow.  So find the fertile ground.

Perseverance, she said, is not a quality of the faint of heart.

War God

She told me that a part of me was waiting on the other side.  But to meet her, I must go further, deeper.  I would need to become braver.  Engage the power of the Will.  Battle to find my own Spiritual Warrior.

She said that throughout the quest, there would be harsh lessons of letting go.  Spiritual turning points of no return.  And losses that in the moment might not seem worth the climb.

She said pretty words would no longer do.  Inscriptions of inspiration would be irrelevant to me now, unless they emerged from my own heart.  Engineered by light, emanating from encounters with strangers and experiences I could yet believe possible.

I moved close enough to touch her.  I shivered, as though a cosmic ripple had touched me and tuned me.  I was radiant and persuaded.  The wanderlust of the gypsy rose in me.

And I went off into the night.  Seeking to find the Warrior.  In my dreams so that I might be awakened.

Be

She said she could see me across the room.  Glowing in an aetheral kind of way.   Laughing, my shoulders relaxed and heart forward.  Radiating out and inviting the world in.  She said this is the way I was meant to live.

Embers

She said she'd remember tonight years from now.  How they sat under the stars in the backyard.  On an unusually warm October night.  Watching the northern lights glow green hues across the sky and listening to the dry spruce crackle and pop as it burnt to embers.

She thought about those souls that wander the earth, unloved.  Yet in her own life, love abounded.  A wellspring without beginning or end.   And tonight her heart felt like it was radiating right out of her chest.  Humming with the fervor of the universe and humbled by such a noble gift.