Serious Young Man, How Are You?

Serious young man, how are you? I read your words and I cry for the joy you do not express. You seem so sad, so angry. So alone... and it almost feels like you have given up on being touched by another human soul. Is there softness in your life? Who are the threads of love that melt the tension in your face? Dear one, have you ever been kissed?

Yes, I have been kissed. But it was a dream. I would have chosen to live in that dream if the choice was mine, but it wasn't.... and I awoke once again to the alienation of my waking life. I don't resent this waking life, I know the ultimate intimacy with which we touch, but for now I am... alone. This is simply how things are.

My heart, in this dream, what did it mean to be kissed?

It meant being touched... and seen... and known. Completely. But it wasn't even a kiss really, but a melting into one another that a kiss seems to imply. It was being surrendered and dispersed as golden light, and feeling the presence of the "other" as the shimmer and glow that we shared. It was total touching, totally intimacy. It was being home.

And how do you feel now? Do you feel at home?

I carry that dream-being in my heart, so home comes with me, at least in some small way. I am always touched by that presence so long as my heart is rested open to that unity.

My love, what does it mean for you to be whole?

It means bringing the intimacy of my dream life to the life I live here. It means being ruined by love, always. It means no longer having any excuses for not giving myself away... and receiving just as deeply. It's beyond anything I could ever communicate, but it's all I could ever want.

Dear one, will you hold yourself open to the possibility that one day this might happen?

I will. I don't know what else to do with myself.

Good. We'll talk again soon, okay?

Okay.

I love you.

I love you too.

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[Marco Morelli]

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