FLYING TO THE PLACE OF WISDOM AND UNDERSTANDING

Flying today into her arms, warmth of skin to skin touching, nurtured, squeezing out milk lapping it up with a wonting tongue, held firmly in her grip, getting a hug that will last forever, always to feel this hug, as if she really meant it. Admiration and mentorship, a person who listens, a person who does not act arrogantly, a person who eats me up like a gourmet cuisine, a person who respects, a person who does not use, a person whose love is unconditional and always there for me, a person who lets me speak and does not dominate, a person who does not interrupt when I speak, a person who likes when I talk and encourages me to speak more for her to get every detail, a person without an ulterior motive, a person who does not try to enslave me for her gain.

Someone who waits for me with baited breath. I thought one day I found her, but like a tree in the autumn, she withered and faded away. New trees with new green leaves have sprouted, but none of them are like her. Memories of friendships that healed and gave strength, wishing while alone to see her again, knowing that she cannot be owned, cannot be controlled, and belongs to the entire world not exclusively to just me.

Holiday after holiday, she reads my letters, but is deaf to an understanding of what my words mean. She was once there and then she disappeared, climbed back into the Garden of Eden, and spends her time there in the mud, dirtied and then cleansed, growing green lettuce and red tomatoes, silently with her phone unplugged, listening to the buzzing of the locusts instead of to human voices.

Having a song for this aloneness, this internalization, keeping silence as the music that calms the soul, knowing that if I whisper, only G-d will hear me, only to be in a conversation with the Divine, and only listening to His reply in "The Song Of The Locust."

Being there during harvest time to eat the red tomatoes and to pick the fruit, to never  go hungry, to always have sustenance, to be eager to prune and to pick, to eat the red grapes as they fall off the vine to the wayside.

Traveling to this place, in her arms, to be rocked to sleep and patted on the back. To eat her tomatoes and to water her garden with words of love and inspiration, to be in The Garden of Eden, and not ever have to work. To try to open Pandora's Box, but finding it always sealed and closed, no problems to fly forth, to keep treasure instead in the chest, and to be its owner, to give away my friendship like the jewels that are in this box, and to be a treasure of value to all who take the chance to know me.

To treasure my friendships and to value them like gold, to nurture them and to be nurtured, to be the one to listen as others speak, to provide a healing effect on the one who trusts me.

To not waste words, to be a listener to her as she begs for admiration, to give her support and let her know she is loved just as she is, without needing to be more.