Tired
03/08/2009 07:54 a.m.

Tonight I'm tired. Crying. Disgusted that I'm crying.

He was so irresponsible. Proclamations my aching ass.

And my music plays, sounding the Om of the purest note I've ever heard. It makes my entire self vibrate. So many years ago, I remembered, somehow, that divinity was all about vibration, that all is vibration.

Tonight I feel weak in my sadness, grieving for a situation that was probably doomed from the start. How I allowed myself to become so engrossed, I really don't know. All the while my intellect was frantically pointing out the warnings. My heart was breaking long before he left. My intuition was screaming at me to stop. But we had known magic together, once, long ago. There was some part of me that wanted to believe there could still be magic.

I am broken.

The Om sounds. I become a thread on that note, thin and long and infinite, and unbroken.

I am currently: someplace else.
Listening to: the vibrations of the single Om.