Breathe this air, she said. Beyond compromise. There is no other way to know me. There is no other door. So breathe.
They sat this way before the lake, holding hands, synchronizing hearts. The rhythm of nature fading into the rhythm of that place, beyond compromise, beyond language, beyond the machinery of thought, of sense, of perception. Just light. Just pure light.
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What other way to describe this (and the last) other than to say they are bliss, delightful, like slipping into a warm bath at the end of a long day, and that does not even come close. Cover, they do, instantly, in so few words, infusing instant calm. Beautifully done.
Tranquility.
There are times I want to write from the flow of mind and to just bypass words and language altogether. And I suppose at times this is why the writing seems to flaunt grammar. ;-)
I had original written it this way:
Beyond compromise. Breathe this air, she said.
But I didn't like the way it flowed. With the change to what is currently posted, it seems to not say what I originally meant to say, which is this:
Em is trying to say, that to know her is to breathe the very air of her being without separation of this and that of a you and me, or as she says here, beyond compromise, or translation, or any filter that separates one from the other. It is not to walk in another's shoes, but to literally be the feet walking, to see from one pair of eyes, not two. So she uses the phrase "beyond compromise" to describe this idea. :-)
Your writing is more than read. It reaches us on several levels, simultaneously, and like a wizard's concoction depending on what spell ('message') it is that will bind us, there will be a little more of one and a little less of the other. Sometimes, often times, I speak of sitting, of holding, for what has reached within, occupying the soul has yet to travel or weave itself through the mind (so to speak). Quite often, there is no immediate need and so one, as reader, prolongs the journey, words, thoughts, feelings upon the tongue, tasting, moulding, knowing. Does that make any sense to you, I wonder...in short, if asked to define, so eloquently we may not be able to do as you have, but the knowledge would be within.
Ms Storm, I read your comments like a child reading a fairy tale, enraptured. And wanting so much to believe every word. This is not to say I do not believe you believe what you write. I have always felt your comments sincere and genuine. I suppose the issue, as we've discussed so many times, is my inability to see the writing as others. And for this alone I will be eternally envious for I know what it is like to be moved by words. And, I think, I will be eternally flattered that my writing moves you so. Your comments have Been the crown jewels of my life. I gobble them as the robin a worm and likewise find my substance.
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Ms Storm, I read your comments like a child reading a fairy tale, enraptured. And wanting so much to believe every word. This is not to say I do not believe you believe what you write. I have always felt your comments sincere and genuine. I suppose the issue, as we've discussed so many times, is my inability to see the writing as others. And for this alone I will be eternally envious for I know what it is like to be moved by words. And, I think, I will be eternally flattered that my writing moves you so. Your comments have Been the crown jewels of my life. I gobble them as the robin a worm and likewise find my sustenance.
Working off an iPad and learning to cut and paste and switch between apps. :-)
I would gift it to you, if I could. Wish it if it would come to be. In lieu of the ability, I hope my dream comes true that one day I or someone else shall succeed at telling you precisely how special your writing is.
In consolation, if you could in the moment, perhaps it might be something else. And you will without doubt continue to find, as you return to older posts, yourself surprised by the quality.
I wish I had the oblivions that Yul has. And I could erase all memory of The Story, at least long enough to read it and record my thoughts. I'd want all the memories back, but to have a blank mind, even for a day, and to read as if reading someone else, now that would be a gift. :-)
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