A Stepping Stone Soul Mate

by | Mar 5, 2021 | Philosophy

This poem is about a man I spent 5 days with, Bob. I met him on Zoosk. We
communicated for a considerable time before I stepped beyond the line of
acceptable behavior. He lives in another state so I grabbed up my credit
card and went. I had enough sex for the next 6 years. While I consider
myself a ‘sovereign’ it was interesting to put myself into the position
that I did and let go of the reins/reign.

An educated man
With papers to show it
Stuck in his base chakra
Too innocent to know it

A Counselor by trade
Getting others to talk *1
Captured by his ethics
Lack of greenbacks made him walk

If choice is a metaphor
With something to be gained
Drawn in unconsciously
Despite un-sustained *2

His decision to council
Perhaps unconscious projection
For his need of consultation
Unknowingly needing redirection

Maybe this man
With a BA in BS
Needs now my counsel
For his/our future success

Not ‘our’ as a couple
Not ‘our’ as divided
No, across the continuum
A lesson provided

The lesson at issue
The lesson at hand
How we support change
In ourselves and in man *3

Showing up for another
Perhaps, letting them rant
Providing the space needed
Outside of a judgment or stance

Speaking their Truth
Sharing their heart
Clinging not to the brokenness
To which might be a part

A Counselors make-up
Perhaps an intelligent ear
Who stands outside of judgment
Also, outside of fear

Every person we meet
A story to tell
Because of our absence
No not their personal hell

With no working knowledge
Of another’s life portrayed
Outside of their description
Or, of what it was made

Emotions are absent
Of the other long held
Up-bringing obscured
Inside of cultures spell

To make hasty decisions
While not inside all of the facts
Helps release of nothing
And makes the brain doctor a quack

The heart chakra is basic
Hopefully open and free
Standings with and by others
By it, helping others to BE

Expanding in process*4
Within one’s energy field
Setting free others
Simply a wonderful yield

Judgement the issue
Misuse of our Force
Though fundamentally normal
Works to keep us off course

Potentially conduits in action
Healers of kind
For ourselves and the ‘other’
Seems has been lost over time

Our minds and our eyes
Conditioned to see
Through the lens of belief
A perspective not free

To stand at the mountain
Or perhaps the Red Sea
Understanding our value
And our potential to BE

As we reach up to heaven
A term tossed around
Connecting to Infinite Source
It’s where our energies found

God swopes in to fix
Through the mix of our stand
Whatever needs a fixin’
And helps mankind expand

Contrary to this
On impediments heels
The force of resistance
That the world has concealed

Resistance and fear
Disconnects us from Source
While we pray our ass off
Instead of our method, divorce*5

Whatever exists
Born was, through time
Perhaps we’re complicit
Though not subjected to fine

Our emotions will point
To the direction we need
To stay stuck in a pattern
Or chose to proceed

9/27/20 #1
1:13 AM – 4:03 AM

*1 Seems like he would be perfect for the profession, he was way easy to
talk to, but money was important to him and what it would buy to help
provide the image that would provide others with a substantial opinion.

*2 I’m using myself as a measuring tape to create this connection. As a
metaphysical philosopher with an opinion about everything and a heartfelt
desire to help create positive change. For whatever reason I became a
hairdresser, go figure. However, at some point I ran onto Edgar Casey ‘The
Sleeping Prophet.’ His deal was, if you dream about hair, hair in our
dreams represents thought. So, I laugh at myself and say, as close as I
could come to affecting other people’s thinking and perspective was by
doing their hair. So, taking that example and mapping it into Bob’s life,
I’m suggesting that at some deeper level maybe he realized some of his ways
of seeing things could use attention.

*3 Man, as in mankind, humanity.

*4 Here it is being suggested that as we stand in another’s greatness, we
are expanded as a by-product.

*5 Not a literal divorce, just divorcing ourselves from the judgments we
hold which reinforce resistance.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)