The 'Date'...

“Maybe instead of calling it a date; let’s say soul-meeting.”

My friend said before this ‘mate-greeting.’

I wasn’t really nervous, yet I was.

I hate dates; but I created this fate.

So on I went to meet this mate.

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My writing hesitates; or is it me;

who is afraid what the following words will be setting free?

My heart, I know you are the smart one here, not me.

Please set your feelings free.

***

In the beginning of our lunch ‘meeting’; a few times I almost wanted to get up and leave.

Not because he was rude or a mute.

But of the things he said.

I thought they weren’t all that rad.

But then I knew I fell into that trap;

of thinking instead of feeling; crap!

***

I stayed.

And I’m happy I did.

Now that I’m back at home; it’s him I ‘miss’.

I can’t believe I just said that.

Did those words really came out of me?

That can’t be!

He is like the total opposite of me?!

Besides; he’s fifty!!

It’s like all my words come back to slap me in the face!

He doesn’t even believe in after-life fate!

O God, what did I create?!

***

It’s all about balance.

East meets West; spirituality meets science;

left meets right.

I know I have come a long way;

but I’m confident I can say;

it’s like that within.

Does that mean it can now begin;

on the ‘outside’ too?

***

I have no clue;

whether he is into me.

And when I let my head do the talking instead of my heart;

I’d say this ‘unity’ probably isn’t smart.

Yet.. y’all know by now it is hard;

no, impossible for me;

to ‘do’ anything that doesn’t align with what I feel within.

***

The things I blurted out; boy I wish I hadn’t shout;

all that came out of my mouth.

O yes, like Julia Child;

I was blatantly myself.

That is; how this miss is; on a first ‘date’.

For some reason I always create;

to be; the worst version of me.

Shy, clumsy and a mess verbally.

Yup; that’s me.

***

One thing we briefly talked about was succes.

Because my head is such a ‘mess’; I’ll confess;

the onlything in my mind left;

from the chat about that ‘topic’; is that it held a ‘clue’;

to something I wrote about to you.

***

I know you read this, I know you do.

You gave me not one but several a clue.

Dropping the word Ghandi and Africa;

well this chica;

wasn’t born yesterday or in Costa Rica.

No I’m not naive, no more.

It’s something you could explore;

that is, if you’d adore;

to do so.

***

We didn’t really speak, why in the first place we came to meet.

Re-member what I asked thee?

“Did you feel anything out of the ordinary;

last wednesday when we met?”

We never came to chat;

about that.

I’d really love to know;

whether you’d be able to show;

me;

what you felt;

while we were eating wings.

***

This morning before leaving the house;

this mouse;

Spirit made me aware;

of the song to which you now listen and stare.

It’s so funny, cuz, hypothetically speaking, we’d compare;

to Tom and Katie and Celine and Renee.

My mind is saying:” O ney!”

My heart: the answer to that is not hard!

Do you want me to confess?

Even though in my mind there is a balanced ‘mess’;

my heart makes out of this ‘stress’;

a well-balanced whole.

Within; I’m One.

Are you the One, who with me, makes three?

Or am I jumping the gun; to say all this to thee?

Hey; I’m just letting these words go and be free.

***

So far I have posted 220 pieces.

22 is a master number in numerology.

Let’s see;

what that means.

They say: twenty-two has meaning for you!

Look at what those numbers say!

You’ve come a long way and finally you can say;

you can hold your own; trust yourself and do not need to depend on anyone else.

what you have always known;

is now shown;

to you.

What is Divinely created; is destined to be.

He;

sees thee.

Celine;

‘s got some great advice.

Just enjoy whatever ride;

and surrender.

***

It is now 6.33 pm.

I do give a damn;

what he thinks.

But I’m not true to myself;

if I live my life according to what someone else;

might think.

I have to post this piece; risking he will cease.

If so;

then I know..