Conversations with Shehe
Sad
I trust you,
My Beloved of Beloveds
So many do not.
What do I do when a victim
tries to control you?
What is Love?
Without trust?
Either the universe is perfect
or it is not.
They either trust
or they do not.
Power without trust,
is fear.
My knowingness tells me
the universe is perfect
and that if an aspect of you is called upon
I trust you.
Naive, is what I hear in the unspoken silence.
Trust in the Divine is what my heart silently replies.
I love you.
I am sad they don't trust you.
I am sad they don't trust me.
I am sad they don't trust others.
I am sad for so many things.
I am sad about myself,
that I made mistakes to make them angry,
that many are angry,
about me.
I am sad about having to wait out everyones anger,
my own included.
I am sad that there are those will not forgive,
there is no pagan tenant for it.
I am sad that people pretend about caring,
trying to fake it till they make it,
that I can feel that is what they are doing.
I am sad that I am resentfully loved.
I am sad in knowing that when I go away it will be a relief,
not just to me,
but to those I leave behind.
I am sad that I cannot fullfill other's desires of HOW they wish me to be.
I am sad that I have done the same.
I am sad about what I can no longer share.
I am sad, much like Yeshua, in the garden the night before they came for him, knowing what is ahead of me.
No one can follow where I am going...
My Beloved of Beloveds
So many do not.
What do I do when a victim
tries to control you?
What is Love?
Without trust?
Either the universe is perfect
or it is not.
They either trust
or they do not.
Power without trust,
is fear.
My knowingness tells me
the universe is perfect
and that if an aspect of you is called upon
I trust you.
Naive, is what I hear in the unspoken silence.
Trust in the Divine is what my heart silently replies.
I love you.
I am sad they don't trust you.
I am sad they don't trust me.
I am sad they don't trust others.
I am sad for so many things.
I am sad about myself,
that I made mistakes to make them angry,
that many are angry,
about me.
I am sad about having to wait out everyones anger,
my own included.
I am sad that there are those will not forgive,
there is no pagan tenant for it.
I am sad that people pretend about caring,
trying to fake it till they make it,
that I can feel that is what they are doing.
I am sad that I am resentfully loved.
I am sad in knowing that when I go away it will be a relief,
not just to me,
but to those I leave behind.
I am sad that I cannot fullfill other's desires of HOW they wish me to be.
I am sad that I have done the same.
I am sad about what I can no longer share.
I am sad, much like Yeshua, in the garden the night before they came for him, knowing what is ahead of me.
No one can follow where I am going...
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