Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I'm reaching into the vault with a piece for my fellow heart throbs: Harmonic Love.
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It’s a beautiful realization to arrive at this fact that my mind is the highest form of me. It has always been my greatest gift, but I did not know myself so deeply to know how far it might go. How profound it can be. That one’s mind can shape worlds. That few pursuits are more rewarding than the cultivation of a thriving mind.
It makes sense that whoever my person may be is also figuring themselves out too, steadily charting their deepest corners. I cannot adequately devote myself without first sifting through the deep cuts of my own library. So I’ll tell her to meet me in the deep end. Let’s dive in.
I enjoy sharpening iron upon iron alongside other sharp minds. At the same time, sharp people can be dull. So there’s a mix, a balance. But I do know that such a mix should be measured less in a bar or club, and more so in settings where other qualities glow. Indeed we should all seek to be in positions to shine.
Where do I shine my brightest? I love the energy that is magnified by the human spirit. Social interactions. I love music and art. I love peace, tranquility, careful and deliberate beauty. Travel is the guiding force of my life, though artistic pursuits are rising in influence. Surely, the two intersect in beautiful synergy. Art can be the compass with which one travels; it is a lens to experience the world.
Truly, you attract from the universe that which you put out. So each word recorded upon these pages is a beacon. A lighthouse upon the edge of infinity. It beckons the many blessings of the universe into my tranquil harbor. It invites traveling hands to take refuge. Sit for a spell. Pause and savor the serendipity, the golden moment where energies align.
That resting point on a long walk, the splash of water upon parched lips, the heat of the iron upon wrinkled cloth, the steam that soothes tense muscles; the aroma which relaxes a furrowed brow, relents one’s posture, and pours out hot tea. The shea butter upon cocoa skin, oil upon the scalp, loving fingers weaving naps and curls.
Such is the sweet sensation of harmonic love. Two frequencies intertwined, resonating and weaving together in one divine chord. Strings that sing alone, together, apart, in unison. Sweet vocals upon the texture of the drumbeat, colorful keys floating softly in the air. The horn which pierces with perfect timing, calling the moment up to heaven. A magical blend, a beautiful noise: Harmony.
Such is the substance which I seek. Such is the prayer of each word laid upon these pages, a humble supplication, my call to the universe.
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The Sands of Time
November 3, 2021
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