Sometimes I have this rush of energy of words and it's all about him. If I didn't know any better I would say this man is my creative muse. It's the way he inspires me to write and tell stories or the truth is beautiful. I think I give him that also, the joy of being creative It's the way his eyes meet mine every time is like out of some fairytale. How I get this energy to put all these words of feelings that have so much to do with him. I miss him even before we go our separate direction. Only to come back to each other like clock work. Here are some of my poems that I write when he keeps popping up in my head. This usually happens when the universe is sending him my way an when they do. I give the universe much thanks . That's right I thank the universe every time they let me see him . Below I have posted some of my many poems about him. Love, Light, Energy!!!!! |
His like honey.......This was a moment of ego seeping in when the ladies are attracted to my twin like honey. All I can do is think what his wife must think when women keep throwing themselves at him. I quickly realized that this connection will draw people to you and it's up to you to have discernment. It was just up to me not to have jealousy or possessiveness over him. It's different with his wife because naturally you have so much unconditional love for your Twin You are concern that I don't know you. When it's clear I know everything about you. I see your soul the true you. When the ones who are drawn to you are the ones you should be aware. They don't see you like I do. It's the core of your being that set my soul on fire. So the way of the world is the way they see you. I won't see you're age,race or social class. That does not matter. So come if you may, I will be waiting. Connecting mind body and soul. Asimp 9/3/14 | How grateful I am......This doodle came about after friends and my therapist told me to stay away but it's funny that the universe say's other wise. I realize that every time I think about giving into what they want the universe shows me the truth. He comes out of nowhere or he gets drain, sick. I feel it every time and I show up and I can tell when he feels better. I miss him always and she says to keep distance but this pull of wanting to be closer to him. Makes it hard to ignore if I could say I love you and many ways I would. I love his smell, his eyes that have a story behind them. His med size lips oh how I want to kiss them. Who said love could be so deep? That it was like a drug. The universe (God, Source) knew what he/she was making when he was making the one. We are every bit of each other. That we are an every truth of the word love. My heart sings many songs of how much I love him. Asimp !!! |