2011-06-20
stitched heart
I am deeply invested. As Julian (and Buddha) says, attachment is suffering. But it doesn't even feel like I have a choice, it comes to me so naturally. I would rather be attached and suffering than detached and less alive.
I will stitch my desire for you and the deep resonating happiness our union brings; with eager fingers, I will stitch it onto my heart. I draw back the thread, taught with my anticipation and yearning, bracing for the plunge-- then delve in deep, immersed below the surface as the thread pulls through, and a lovely stitch is made. The pricks of the needle are worth the beauty of the embroidery. Holding my hand to my heart as I do when I feel this most vividly, I cherish this needlework. And if ever the thread runs bear or it becomes time to rip out the seams, the marks of it would forever be there, the lovely traces of the threads we sewed, binding us, upon my punctured heart.
I love these marks upon my heart, these presses of you upon me. I won't ever be the same.
leesah-likes at 11:27 p.m.