Of what yarn shall I start weaving you into the colors of my imagination? I care not if your colors don’t blend with mine. Let them stand apart in stark contrast from all my hues. And let me rejoice in our un-alikeness and our disparity. Let me celebrate the distance and the gaps that make me who I am and you, who you are. Let us stand apart in the glory of the colors of life that we have been painted with. These differences will come together to unleash a paroxysm of vibrant alchemy on the weaver’s spinning wheel as we are woven into each other! Round and round we spin creating a medley of miracles with our contradicting shades…coming together in unlikely ways to form a nebulous dream outside of anything our thoughts could ever conceive. Let then, your colors merge with mine, O Beloved! So merge into me with the vulnerability of one who stands alone on the abandoned road to wild imaginations, inside the jungle of mind-fear, with your soul broken in places the eye cannot see, but the heart can. With nowhere to walk away from and nowhere to race to. That middle ground that is so desperately frightening and riddled with uncertainty…merge into me at that point on the spinner’s wheel where fear rises to a shattering crescendo and explodes into the rainbow of our love. - Tania Kazi
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 08:20:08 +0000
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