Monday, November 26, 2012

There's some big, grey mass over there...

I feel as though I've been blindly gripping the ear of an elephant in the room. Muttering softly to it and myself stories of moments passed and fading memories.

All the while gazing into your eyes...Your sweet, loving eyes.

Wait, I see my reflection there... and... it frightens me!...

Who have I become in your eyes?

So, do I
Change who I see reflected?
Change my Perspective?

Change is inevitable. All things change! Even the elephant. Some days he hears me, some he just listens.

Why resist what we cannot prevent, delay, or ignore? Why, even the butterfly surely must think she's dying before her great transformation.

I look again. I am both persons. The reflection and the witness.

I see again. I love and accept myself exactly as I am right now.