Requited Love

by | Aug 23, 2022 | Uncategorized

Living inside the Quantum Now
With someone I created
Jurisdictional energy
A soul contract that is fated

Hidden within a hungry heart
To be understood and heard
Compromised along the road
With a libido getting stirred

Likewise he created me
Helped me see so plain
The need he had for honesty (*1)
Communication without shame

Two hermits in seclusion
Learning who they are
Spirits housed in meat sacks
Addressing psychological scars

An Italian guy, an Irish girl
Living far apart
Addressing ego at every turn
Evolution of the heart

The Universe never fails
To bring to us what we need
Sometimes a lifetime is required
To breakthrough and succeed

Philosophers, armchair style
Living inside their independent bubbles
Secluded from the world around
Avoiding most the trouble

Mirroring internal needs
Each taking on the task
To fine-tune their instruments
Hoping to find their last (*2)

Mafia DNA perhaps
Genetics on the line
Close-net family ties
A binary find

Irish-Native ancestors
A coal-miner underground
‘Sillis’ died in a hotel fire (*3)
He’d been a gamble off to town

Two very different worlds
Both learning how to BE
Will cum together soon
To transform reality

Not clutching, but touching each other’s lives
With love that is requited
Symbiotically connected
Through spirit, singularly united

Divided in ideologies
With a synthesis on tap
In love with life, self assured
Traveling, without a map

Soul partners in a vast domain
Both living in the now
Each standing for the ‘others’ bliss
Searching for the how

8/22/22 #3
6:49 AM – 7:53 AM

(*1) We (Thomas) seem to mirror each other, so in this instance, the
desire for honesty lives inside of me. He is so willing to hear me and
know it has no meaning, that it’s all part of self-discovery.

(*2) Last significant other.

(*3) Sillis was my dad’s dad. Not sure what the issue was; but Sillis
planted dad and was not around to raise him.

We’re all (seven of us) are lucky to have made it, grandma Brady had 3
miscarriages before my dad Joseph Daniel Brady, Sr. was born. Dad had to
be taken cesarean. It was the first time they had done a C-section in that
hospital, according to the story passed down.

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”)