From Dearest

random post taken from one of “Dearest” entries
unknown author
the 70’s

Tell me not who wishes to be excluded from the pattern of life.
Tell me not who wishes not to be the center of all things, of all events, of all beings,
Who wishes not to be appreciated? not to be adored?

There are thoughts considered by some as mere trivialities;
There are those, in their seeming trivialities, ironically creating a flame of intrigues;
There are thoughts more appreciated when unheard;
There are those deeply profound when read;
And, in the paradox of life, there are thoughts that could stir;
There are those that could still.

I may seem, at times, to be the greatest hypocrite
but give me the chance
to feel and prove, even once that i am not.
I cannot always claim the truth of the matter
And in this I am being true to myself.
But for a moment, I feel I have to give
Even the thoughts that never came to my mind but still flowed
from the depths of that which was touched and longing to touch.

Most people can never provide the whole;
A few could only provide the parts that always come in trickles.
I long and ache with all my incapacities to understand,
To give even just the parts.
And if in all that was done, one must misunderstood,
I would like to set it straight still … I long to be one.
To you who have been deeply appreciated
I still understand not only the HOW, THE WHO, but most specially, THE WHY

Last Updated on October 12, 2016 by Tudla_Admin