Over and over again I’ve asked you to dissipate the physical resistance coming from a mind wanting to process unprocessable things.
Yet instead of feeling me, you still seek understanding.
Over and over again I’ve asked you for a dance—a small one. A waltz, one down, two up. One step back, two steps forward.
Yet you pushed me away, saying that you were not ready to dance yet, diving into your thoughts and resources, seeking the perfect mental dance.
Over and over again I’ve asked what your desired emotional landscape was and offered to give it to you.
Yet, you preferred to remain silent, feeding the inner force that gave birth to suffering.
Over and over again I asked you to trust me, to let me guide you through my own harmonies and melodies, parts of myself that I know in a way you’ll never be able.
Yet, you denied doing so, claiming that you wouldn’t move unless you saw the sheet music.
Every day, I’m here, doing these requests and more, hoping for the day you say yes.
Am I Music?
Am I Life?
Is there a difference?
So beautiful. Resistance explained in such a creative form!
Loved it!