The Forest of my Heart
|
|
on 3/30/2008
|
|
|
My heart, the center of my being, the very essence of that which is me, is like a secret garden in the center of a great forest. The forest beats like a drum fed on the love therein. The roots of my heart run deep, extending to the edges of the forest. At times my forest is brimming with life, a place I make warm and inviting. At times my forest is dark and brooding, tangled with deep emotion.
There are days when one of you walks into my garden; trailing in your wake a burst of sunlight to light my paths and warm my roots. Blue sky shines through and rays of sunshine permeate the forest.
There is something you should know about me. Should you wish to be part of my life, you must enter willingly into my forest. Standing outside, proclaiming your desire to enter, but taking no steps toward the path, does not bring you closer; in fact it simply magnifies the distance.
In the epicenter of my forest lies my heart. It's where I love, laugh, care and commit to you. Not everyone finds their way here. It's a very special place that I've cultivated and tended to with great care. It's delicate, yet strong. It's a magical place but you must step inside to see its true beauty. Come closer; be near me.
As I see it, you have two choices.
You may step inside. Or, you may turn away. The choice is yours. Don't ask to be let in and not enter. Don't say you desire me and not act upon it. Don't stand there proclaiming to love me, proclaiming to want me while I stand here in the center of my garden, arms open wide, heart fluttering and not step inside.
For I cannot, will not, chase you into that forest.
|
introspection, forest, heart
|
|
|
|