My Dearest Nicimos ...
I love you Nicimos. Now, as in recent days I actively cut cut cut all the ties to the past ~ I cut all the ties to the future realms of expectations
I have returned though, to evening meditation and gratitudes. I remember how in January and October and November, how you'd end the moments before sleep on our pillows, with a recounting of the simple and gargantuan pleasures we had shared that day. Few are thankful for much of anything these days ~ too few reflect and are onto the next gratification before the last has left their throat. But not you.
You're clearly not much like other people.
So it's you, the busiest, most adventurous, curious man I've met, who shows me how to slow the fuck down and appreciate the moments and riches of the day. Quite ironic because I'm the one who was so sure she had spirit gold to give to you. How presumptuous of me. How small my sight for one who claims to brandish the healthiest intuition of vision of us two.
So I'm back to communing with that Great IS each night. Recounting the riches given to me that day. And my days are richer for the recounting. Your simple unpretentious example reminded me.
And now.
Something I whisper in my evening meditations is this:
I call your name out loud ~ and then I say as I unfurl my fingers and send this your way ...
I love you without strings attached
I'd said to you long ago, that I'll love you with an open hand. Such a thing to say to a person you'd barely started to love! I thought I understood what that meant. But I have to say that I barely knew what I was about to get into with you.
I'd (confidently!) said to you that Love wasn't just words. Love must be 'Love in Action'
Not just some expressed ideal. Haha! You showed me! Didn't you?
You showed me when I barely understood what real love was, or what Love in Action would ask and might require, regardless of the ways I have loved those I've loved most.
Thought I knew so fucking much about what the human spirit knows of love. Turns out that it's you ... You've showed me what it means to love ~ fingers unfurled
So tonight I call your name out loud ~ and then I say as I unfurl my fingers and send this your way ...
I love you without strings attached
You know all the whys I'd include the following lyrics. That's all just between Us. The little woman who sang this song best has such a powerful voice! Her feeling in sound captures everything she says here.
The translation, is clear ...
~ ~ ~
Je Ne Regrette Rien
No, nothing of nothing
No! I don't feel sorry about anything
Not the good things people have done to me
Not the bad things, it's all the same to me.
No, nothing of nothing
No! I don't feel sorry about anything
It's paid for, removed, forgotten,
I'm happy of the past
With my memories
I lit up the fire
My troubles, my pleasures
I don't need them anymore
Broomed away my love stories
And all their tremble
Broomed away for always
I start again from zero
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal !
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
Because my life, my joys
Today, they begin with you.
Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/Je-Ne-Regrette-Rien-Je-Ne-Regrette-Rien.html#ixzz3NAU1pAGS
