| "O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword, Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, Th' observ'd of all observers- quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see! " -- Ophelia / Act III i 132 I reached over despite my compressed heart, the pain I am all too familiar with... loving someone who cannot bear to even look at me. The world turns day by day, in this fluid gray and you see a radiance but inside I am a mess. Why, each night I lay awake and ask myself this question while my lover sleeps. Why do our yearnings call for that which is just beyond our reach? My gaze falls on you while yours lingers on some other. And like a sculptor, I mold my flesh to reflect the way my insides do. All black and blue. You speak of compassion but you close your eyes as it appears in front of you. How can you sing a symphony to a man whose hands clasp tightly around his ears? He asks for the sun, the warmth and color of it. But not from you. And I have it here in my hands, the same that exists in the palms of another. And still, I watch as he turns and reaches for the other. To be vulnerable means to let go of preconceived expectations. You ask and she gave, but all too soon you turned your head away. In her gesture and in her gaze, I saw true compassion. I am sorry to say you lack this compassion in which you demand from some other. Because you have deprived yourself from it for far too long. Since before her and me and you. It is something you have carried along with you and why, do you attract those who show this truth to you? Be careful not to wound a woman's heart, when she has offered her devotion courageously. Maybe even desperately.. though, so nothing blooms in vacancy, with apathy Man has struggled to return to his heart, with the help of Woman. But his ego and defiance resists her guide, her intuitive response. She becomes the Enemy. Only sitting ducks, done pretty catch the passing gaze of illusory grace. It is in front of you, loving you still - despite the fact that all the while you vocalize desire for another. Tell me, how is this not compassion in its highest form? |
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Junyan
6/28/2015 11:35:49 pm
Forgive me for the mistakes I make and what I cannot see. I am just a man finding my way in the presence of two powerful women. And I am humbled.
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J
6/29/2015 12:36:29 am
Women have such a deeper intuition than men, and act as our guides and our teachers. When we cannot hear and see what women feel are obvious, it is not for a lack of wanting to but rather a lack of sensitivity.
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