Synthesis

When driving, some alert, some danger rears and we hold the wheel more tightly, stiffening.
When speaking, faced with disapproval, we either hide, or defend. Shielding, or going belligerant. Stiffening again.
When something or someone is wanted, and they or it are missing, not present, this fades what is there, reducing the solidity and depth of the world, it's wonder, it's color, it's whispers and songs. The world contracts about us until the demand is met... Stiffening.
We're not trained to step away. We're not trained to believe we should be whole. We're supposed to need something, or require something to be whole. Products. People. Labels. Language.
We are told to not be whole.
We are told to stiffen until further notice.
I rebel.
You delightful, gracious spirit. You, wind over the sand. You, sweet breath in my face. You, fantastic storm. You warmth of Sol, you whisper of intimate awakening.
It is you. I call you.
But I have been paying attention. In danger, I loosen my fingers on the wheel. In the face of rejection, I open my ribs and offer them plainly. I wish you were here, and I seek out all the details in the world around me, all the faintest, subtlest parts, because I know what the trick is.
I let go to be consumed.
To not do so, is to consume myself at the behest of those influences. To chain myself to imaginary walls, to chase myself in shadowboxes.
I let go of you to re-experience being one with you.
We are one, and I love you. This is not some paper airplane, some arrow to start from point A and hit point B, to be recognized and returned, no. That is not what it is.
It is simply an announcement. I simply state that I recognize that This is.... I am.... You are. These are concepts. These separations are surface ripples on a mighty large pond.
I stop trying to float and I am connected to everything.
I am connected to you. I am one with you.
This is, again, just an aknowledgement, an open letter. It is not a request nor is it a plea. I am not painting a mural on the walls of my life to decorate it or change the perception of these playing card towers.
Beneath it, you are here. Through me. Everywhere. Always.
Come.