“…for when a person abandons himself, he is no longer anything, and when two people both give themselves up in order to come close to each other, there is no longer any ground beneath them and their being together is a continual falling.”—Rilke
"Maybe what existed years ago was for you a dream, an apparition..it was a play you walked out of at curtain close.
For me, this was my very real life. And I continue on as the fool actor monologuing behind a fallen curtain. The spotlight has long been out and the audience sits empty. I am the fool who now sings for the dust dancing in the gentle rustle of velvet curtain against wood stage. I am a fool unaware this was a dream. I am a fool unable to break character. I am a fool.”
"The path of least resistance is stalked by my lion heart - he cannot be convinced to allow passage. Tearful begging and sleepless prayers grant me no audience, garner no sympathy. The cold frost of this war has burned my face, and is clawing at my soul. I yearn to travel the easy road he guards, but he just stares back with warm, knowing eyes as I scream at him, at the sky, and at the chill searching for entry. He lovingly and gently turns me away, sending me back to fight a seemingly unwinable battle.
I am consoled by the mythic roar he grants me and the warmth of him against my back. He urges me to pick of the sword, to hold my head high, to fight the good fight. He has never been wrong. And so, true to my self-promise, I follow his command and place my gleaming armor back on.
Sometimes you must shout the hero’s ‘charge!’ despite expectations, despite reality, despite disillusionment. Nonacceptance can be a path to glory, and a road to awe. The lion in my breast sounds the call. I, the adoring soldier, proudly heeds his every vision.”
In the space between us, something alive still lives.
We illuminate it in the warmth of our closeness. It dances in those lost moments, those times of quiet and hopeful silence. It revels in those knowing gazes, small yearning gasps…and such brief touches. I glimpse a whisper of its shadow within your eyes.
With my departure, it is lost from view. But lost does not mean gone. Lost can be found once again. Courageous choice discovers old life, as much as the new.
Chase my departure. Revive that which waits to breathe again.
You have nothing to fear. And if you did, that which lived in the space between us deserves you to be brave.
“Before the inexplicable mystery of the universe, we are all the village fools. But in our choice to reveal our hearts to ourselves and to each other, we can all be masters and healers. We can be each other’s pathfinders, hold the ladder for each other to climb higher than we can alone, open doors that we cannot open on our own, be each other’s lighthouses on our journey home, and realize that we are safe and never alone. And then our life on Earth can be transformed.”—Agapi Stassinopoulos