Language of Love (Part 1 and 2)
by Lydia Majoli
I feel you from my heart deep within, feels like we are worlds apart but we speak the same language that's the language of love.
What is this language? I understand, yet it sounds so foreign, so I will start from scratch.
I learn from you with an open mind, a open heart, a open soul.
Yes my soul. For my soul already remembers who you are and will always keep your record hidden within me.
Something about you feels so familiar and it feels so good, so safe so warm . I try and control as these feelings over flow inside and outside of me.
Then these questions come to me. Who am I? Who are you? am I ready for this ride?
A journey of discovering, remembering,searching loving, sharing caring, the giving and receiving.
You see, I have found balance difficult from my past, when this kinda language hurts and doesn't last. But this is no longer the case.
As the past is not real,there is only the 'now' and 'now' I feel you.
I can allow this journey to flow easily only if I think back to your smile. Your smile shows me your beauty, your eyes tell me your story.
Right now I want to listen I want to learn I want to love. I want to understand this language of love, and be able to translate it into as many languages as I can, until there are no words left and there can be a silence.
That is the language between our souls.
So I waited for this silence but the silence was only a pause followed by many broken words. You see the language I spoke he could not comprehend and my fear became my reality it was the beginning of my end.
My end of expectations that took me away from my now, my end of the wish that somehow, some way we could maybe just maybe flow and connect so deep that we could lose ourselves in each other. It was the end of my dream.
So I have awoken from this dream and the first thing I feel is pain, raw pain from my core that I have felt once before and my disappointment kicks in.
As I sink into the space of understanding nothing, no language, not his, not mine, no language from the divine then something suddenly arises.
In that silence I find that maybe just maybe from this end starts my beginning.
My beginning of truth that sets me free, my beginning in many other possibilities that carries me on the journey.
That journey of discovering remembering searching loving sharing caring and the giving the receiving, my beginning of allowing each moment to be.
This is my beginning of understanding this language of love within me!