LEFTOUTSIDE

Back and forth we swing like a pendulum. It’s yes and no, hot and cold. We are together and then we are not. It’s with these waves that I ride, to the higher levels of the moon that arise during every single night. Whether it is hidden behind the clouds or tucked underneath the shoulders of the horizon. We are all one and the same, reflections of ourselves. When I look at you during such a moment of pain, when we should both be in disdain and fighting with hate. Where there is a plotted good versus evil. The narrative of hate and love, evil and good has never been fused together the way the sun hugs the pavement. There is no separating the two and to jump back and forth between the fence that divides is an everlasting sentence of continued emotionally torture. The stories we continue to tell ourselves as we imagine ourselves walking up to nooses that we consent to be tightened. We take away the limitless possibilities of unrefined love that needs only a lightening bolt and hammer to strike in order to shine light in the darkest nights. In the art of acceptance you accept all that people shed to light in the deepest parts of your mind. You accept all the bad they make you feel and all the good. You ride these waves without pursuit of forcing a direction. You are continuously digging holes for graves for the new ego’s that birth over and over again. Wave riding is not meant for fame or fortune. It is meant for skill and balance. The materials and fame that come with it are only perks that are unnecessary for inner fulfilment.

I look at you with radical love. I look at you with fearless trust. I look at you and see parts of me that have struggled for so long. To let go and just be and not let the past opinions of others to block my rivers. I look at you and as you shut down it is the most beautiful you have ever looked. I look at you and see the good in you while evil dances in small circles holding arounds around your body. Chanting incantations that whisper devils in your mind. That narrow your peripheral and make your heart stone cold. I look at you and spoil you with stability for the well I draw from is endless for myself. I give so that I may take. I take so that I may give. To whom this may concern, I look at you and I see acceptance of parts of myself that I have subjected to torment for years. I look at you, breathe with you, breathe with me. Your journey is only beginning, the trails still await, your inner love is only growing.