Life Apart
He has lived
a step or two outside himself,
observing the play, developing
the art of detachment.
Practice has perfected disengagement.
A safe remove, this step or two
outside the blood-warm whirlpool
of drowning intimacy.
a step or two outside himself,
observing the play, developing
the art of detachment.
Practice has perfected disengagement.
A safe remove, this step or two
outside the blood-warm whirlpool
of drowning intimacy.
Distance...
Profound.
thank you, Kitty.
Thank you, Erika.
Love the metaphor at the end.
You've captured perfectly what ails me. My mild autism (Asperger's) keeps me fighting this wariness of intimacy constantly. At least knowing, fairly recently, what it is, has helped me understand and allowed me to take chances outside my illusionary comfort zone. It's a scary world in there!
Here's a blogpost I did on my Asperger's discovery. https://mdpaust.blogspot.com/2017/05/asshole-or-aspergers.html
Thank you, Bill.
Thank you, Matt.
The curious relation of the third sentence to the first two. I think about it and think about it and don't really get anywhere. Something very interesting in that.
Thank you, Stephen.
Very interesting and thoughtful *
Thank you, John.
A little sad but nonetheless quite on spot.
Thank you, Darryl.
Thank you, Sam.
Hits home. *
Thank you, Tim.
Oh, but can't the blood-warm whirlpool be a place of joy, like a jazz club?
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Thank you, Gita.
*, Gary. Perfecting loss.
Thank you, David.