Things I would like for us to know before we Fall in Love.

Via on Oct 7, 2013
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Tyger, tyger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?  ~ William Blake

 

 

I would like to find out which one you are. I can not tell. Is it you?

I am not shy nor weak, but I am meek.

You are not mine to take, so I would not like to take you.

You want to be taken, and so you are taken. And so you wait: you give me an hour, once a moon, and when we commune beneath the cold light you hear something open.

Oh, yes.

Because I do not demand you, I do not get you. I do not want something I can get out of you. I do not want something from you that I can take out of you. I want someone who is freely given, wholly, through her innermost longings, longings that are not a need but an echo off of the rock beneath her waves.

I would not like to take you: a tiger must remain in the wild or it ceases to be Tiger. I do not view you as a thing. I do not view you as an object to be Won or Lost. I would like to ride you.

Padmasambhava, who famously rode a wild pregnant tigress—rode not in the sexual sense, but in the sense of riding a powerful horse, or tiger in this case—riding the energy, which takes guts and practice and skill. And together they worked to liberate the minds and hearts of a people.

I would like you to remember that if you are emboldened to put a line up against time and if you opened yourself for a month, or even perhaps a week, and lived with me, we would get to know each other. We could do dishes, and argue, and text one another, “what time are we meeting?” You could steal my toothpaste, and I could give you a new roll of toiletpaper. Love is in the details, or it is not Love after all. I would like to see us know one another, instead of skimming the surface of time until it runs out and we are nothing and all this is a fever dream, a waste of this short, precious human life.

There are many ways to know one another. I would like to lose at Scrabble against you. I would like to offer you a soft tee shirt to wear at night. I would like to take it off of you and lose it off the side of the bed and instead cuddle into our clean salt sweat. I am warm.

I would like to talk with you, which includes listening and talking and not talking. I would like to do things together: go to a forgettable movie and eat vegan nachos and drink hoppy beer and go on a road trip and go climbing together. And I would like to not do things together, so that space in our daily lives gives us the air we require to tolerate love.

But you are afraid, or you are bold, or your desire is cool, or it is cautious, or your interest is shallow, or it is fast: and so I will raise a flag that shakes against the wind, yellow as the sun, for all to see.

But I will not earn your love, nor steal it: I will sing an old song in the shower and you will listen, or you will miss it. Take off your headphones when you bicycle.

And I would like to dance with you, and see your low expectations in the face of your own childlike wonder raised up as high as my yellow flag. You deserve good gentlemen with better hungers, and you deserve less than cowardly men’s controlling desires and projections.

And I would like to begin to love you on a kitchen-sink level.

And I would begin to love you truly, and you would begin to fall in love, and we would argue, and hot tub, and a leaf will fall into the hot tub, and I will always rescue drowning bugs, and I will read a business book with water-wrinkled pages and wear a pale cowboy hat against the sun.

And you would wear bright lipstick occasionally—red with a hint of orange against your gold skin. And I would undress you, and you would undress me, and I would wait for you to scream through the walls before I took my turn: such chivalry.

And I am already in love, but not merely with you. I am in love with what I see inside of your eyes: I can tell it is there for in the gaps of your midnight blue mind it flashes like lightening! But you do not think you care about any of this: you are used to a cold world: you know the language of power and push, and I speak only the language of slow times, of space, and so you greedily ignore my meek love.

But I do not mind being ignored: again I am not here to win you, nor to get your attention, nor to get anything. I yam what I yam! And though I may lose, too, it is your loss or victory, for I do no longer play games.

And so though I respect you, utterly, I hold you up against the heroines of old…and though I love the rock at the base of your being, I am not calculating. My humor burns warmly: curl up against it and stretch out with a sigh and a yawn and curl up again and fall asleep. And in your dreams remember what your dreams already know: that peace and humor and love is not weak, that desire based on connection is hotter than desire based on conquest. I am not shy in my honesty, nor should you be in yours: I will overwhelm your hesitation, just as you could flood my life.

I would like to see you today. I miss you badly, already.

I would like to meet you for warm, hot, dark, brown coffee in old white porcelain mugs in a sunny mahogany cafe with old wood paneling. And then I would bike with you and Red dog into the green, wet mountains, and then I would visit artists’ homes with you, and see their work and love and laughter, some of it brilliant, some of it patient.

And I would like to invite you into my home. And I would like to touch you: then and there, and soft but firmly and then more and, and you would not stop me, but your mouth would open with surprise but without sound.

I would like to do this one thing to you, not with you, just inside the entrance, feeling you rise against the doorframe. I would lift up your flowered skirt, and I would kiss your neck, and I would run my fingers into your hair. And then I would relax and let you do to me, too, not with me. And you might, again, kiss and breathe into my left ear, and I would laugh and growl into you like a laughing tiger: for I am ticklish. And you would press hard against the small of my back and though we started fast, we would continue slowly, first on the wall, then the too-hard too-cold floor, then I would carry you, clumsily, for the stairs are four feet wide. And you, and me, naked, simple, alone, together: finally on my bed, under the many covers, shivering and then sweating, all within the space of an hour. And then, though I slept nine hours last night, I would fall asleep against your breast. And you would wake me and we would sink into the hot water in my old clawfoot bath, steaming, it needs to be re-lacquered. And I would like to read my book while you read your book, our arms intertwined as the steam rises and the bubbles settle.

And though and then you would take me up the mountain and we would drive, and drive, and drive our way around the closed roads, still blocked by last month’s epic flood of change. And we would dine together at the Nepali buffet, first meal of the day, I like the feeling of hunger for it reminds me of all those months without you, missing you, thinking of you, like a thin tiger smelling the slip of a season into a new, colder season.

If you and I spent time together we would find that our dreams and fantasies of happily-ever-after-love have holes in them through which the wind of change slips: our yellow flag shakes. And I would like you to look ahead and see what I know: the wind will replace our pretty ideas with something even brighter: life, together. We would talk, and sometimes we would argue, we would shop at the farmers’ market and you would cook and I would like to help and we would dine with candles and music and I would like to do the dishes and you would help. We would lean into a half dozen pillows or more and watch half an hour of a good movie before you fell asleep and I would get up and work for another hour and a half, until I fall asleep on the couch, and then return to bed to join you. And then you would wake early and leave me for a run, your ponytail swinging behind you. Other times we would meet friends and their friends or children and have a good time, or a hard time. We would feel vulnerable in one another’s presence, or forget one another and laugh into our drinks.

But you could make yourself safe from us: you could avoid our love by staying with an old man who does not do you any good: he does not love you any more, but sees you as a pretty possession that he is afraid to lose but too arrogant to care for. Either way, he does not see your Nature: he sees you as a Thing. Or you could avoid our love by falling in with a new man: this again I would not like to want something that would not like to want in return. For I can see you see through your bright eyes that our quiet love is a rare thing, and if either of us is to treat its birth cavalierly, then we do not deserve it. There is a positive arrogance in saying: this, here, now is real and I shall acknowledge it against the tides of mediocrity: for our share of life is brightly finite.

I see what you do not see, now: that your heart is a pearl, rubbed into being by a life and mind and experience, rubbed together with caring as powerful as your ability to rest upon your rock, reality, this present moment, and to serve goodly society in specific ways with a positive arrogance that says: I have been given much and so here I am.

I want to see your pink art with black lines and wit and frame it exquisitely in shadows on a big, empty wall so that I might look into it as I look into your fire eyes, and be warmed in your long absence. I would like to ride my gray horse while you ride your black horse and I would like to ride into the hills of my forefathers, who own nothing.

I would like to hold your hand as it holds a green leaf, yellowed, that fell early from its tree, this Autumn. And I would like to imagine that it feels your exquisite care, for your care is warm, and I would let you sadly nestle into me as a bird into its nest resigns itself to a storm. For my heart is as large as a city, and it glows with the fire that, with the right mischievous princess, shall serve to inspire thousands to inspire thousands.

It is easy.

 

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 ~

 

More Things:

You just read the ninth.

Read the first, Things I would like to do with you in the Woods.

Read the second, Things I would like to do with you this Evening.

Read the third, Things I would like to Remember about our day in Vermont.

Read the fourth, Things I would like to do with you in Time.

Read the fifth, Things I Would Like to do with You Before I Lose You.

Read the sixth, Things I would like to hear when you are Confused.

Read the seventh, Things I would like to say to you without you Knowing.

Then read the eighth, Things I would like to do with you when you visit my Home.

 

~

 

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Random unedited Notes from the Shambhala Glossary (Meek, symbolized by the Tiger, is one of the four qualities or dignities of a noble human being devoted to the welfare of all. For more, see Shambhala: Sacred Path of the Warrior by Trungpa):

Meek means resting in a state of simplicity, being uncomplicated and, at the same time, approachable. Whether others are hostile or friendly, the warrior of meek extends a sense of kindness to himself and mercy to others. you are never seduced by trivial situations. your awareness allows you to refrain from activities that dim the vision of the Great Eastern Sun.

The warrior is modest, his mind is never bloated by poisonous arrogance. Modesty here means feeling true and genuine. self-contained but awareness shines out with tremendous inquisitiveness You begin to see things as natural messages. The warrior’s awareness is always joined with discipline. Therefore you don’t miss anything; you see every detail. clear[s] the ground in such a way that the universe begins to be come a part of you. “Tiger is basically experiencing a humble an gentle state of being.”

The analogy of a Meekness is a Tiger in his prime, who moves slowly but heedfully through the jungle. Tiger expresses a combination of self-satisfaction and modesty .. with mindfulness. … he is relaxed. there are no problems. His movements are like waves; he swims through the jungle. [Tiger is] the analogy for the warrior’s confidence. is a natural state of awareness and mindfulness in the way he conducts his affairs.

because there is no hesitation the warrior’s mind is vast. … uplifted and sees beyond the limits of the sky. vastness comes from seeing the greatness of you own spot, your own particular place. .. ambition and a poverty stricken state of mentality are overcome. You actually are able to jump into that vast and powerful ocean of magic

The fruition of meekness is that, because the warrior possesses extraordinary exertion, he is able to accomplish what purposes or objectives he is trying to fulfill. not speedy, aggressive, or heavy-handed. .. but relax and energized. . the Warrior of the Meek has abandoned gain, victory, and fame. meekness has vision and confidence. a natural sense of fulfillment which does not beg from others.”

 

 

About Waylon Lewis

Waylon Lewis, founder of elephant magazine, now elephantjournal.com & host of Walk the Talk Show with Waylon Lewis, is a 1st generation American Buddhist “Dharma Brat." Voted #1 in U.S. on twitter for #green two years running, Changemaker & Eco Ambassador by Treehugger, Green Hero by Discovery’s Planet Green, Best (!) Shameless Self-Promoter at Westword's Web Awards, Prominent Buddhist by Shambhala Sun, & 100 Most Influential People in Health & Fitness 2011 by "Greatist", Waylon is a mediocre climber, lazy yogi, 365-day bicycle commuter & best friend to Redford (his rescue hound). His aim: to bring the good news re: "the mindful life" beyond the choir & to all those who didn't know they gave a care. elephantjournal.com | facebook.com/elephantjournal | twitter.com/elephantjournal | facebook.com/waylonhlewis | twitter.com/waylonlewis | Google+ For more: publisherelephantjournalcom

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28 Responses to “Things I would like for us to know before we Fall in Love.”

  1. Kiersten says:

    sweetest simple beauty ever…

  2. andeejo says:

    ooo i'm the first commenter? :) this one totally sucked me in. forgot to eat my dinner while i read. thank you :)

  3. Jenny says:

    Durga!

  4. elephantjournal says:

    Kristin Monk wow

    Patte F Book or some collection would be much appreciated. Such a pleasure to read it. Thanks. (And I think everyone would greatly benefit from losing to (and winning against) one's fiancé. How do they handle each circumstance? Very revealing, no?)

    Laura E M This is another piece of writing… I just melt…. melt.

    Felicia Gomez V Utterly beautiful prose Waylon, thank you!

    Sarah Jane A wOw

    Alix L Achingly beautiful. Just perfect

    Deborah M i don't know a single earthling… male or female… who would not succumb to this 9th verse… je pris son envol sur le souffle que vous avez apporté ces mots à la vie avec … merci mercy merci

    BettySue G It is beautiful. Real.
    It made me have a smile & tears at the same time.

    Waylon Lewis best compliment possible, thanks you!

    Vickie L this entire series. Would really enjoy having them printed together in a book when you finish.

  5. I think I might actually have blushed while I was reading this. I adore this. (It, possibly, is both the latest and greatest, but that's a hard call.)

    "Padmasambhava, who famously rode a wild pregnant tigress—rode not in the sexual sense, but in the sense of riding a powerful horse, or tiger in this case—riding the energy, which takes guts and practice and skill. And together they worked to liberate the minds and hearts of a people."
    This entire analogy and scene is magnificent.

    I know what it's like to write from both your heart and your head, using your imagination and intelligence to create something that you would want to read and let me tell you, you nailed it, Way. (I'll be reading this again.)

    • elephantjournal says:

      Yay! These comments are surprising–I felt like it was boring and flat and the worst yet and just a tired old trope and…kinda horrible, you know?

      • It's not. At all. Honestly, I think that's possibly rare insecurity ;) Seriously, though, some of the greatest literature in history has to do with finding beauty, joy, emotions and stories in the everyday, and mundane. (This is what I often try to create myself, and what I prefer reading.) Quite seriously, Way, I wished last night that I had this in the form of a paper book by my bedside for my nightly read.

  6. Coley says:

    Wow! I hope there is a woman receiving all that love. I pray she understands what she has and loves equally in return. I dream of this kind of love for myself.

    Thank you for sharing

    Colette

  7. Polly says:

    Just got swept away.

    My heart racing with longing for that love.

    Wasn’t sure of the point of view at first, thought female the realized male….

    Just beautiful, thanks for shAring

  8. Miranda says:

    Wow! I got sucked into this one. Love is definitely about appreciation and not possession. It is refreshing to read articles such as this one to remind yourself that others have the same thoughts.

  9. Thy says:

    This was so simplistically beautiful and complex at the same time. I needed this today. Thank you.

  10. fluxustulip says:

    Graceful prose for an autumnal transition. Combining the mythic with the mundane creates a very warm (and easy) flow. Far less lament and longing, more of a gentle yearning. Which is much kinder, don't you think?

    A trope? Not entirely. Just a natural following of the seasonal changes. Soon to move into the best season, in nature and relationships, the contented certainty of winter.

    Ya know, although you say you have no desire to seduce, surely that is exactly what these words are intended for.

    For now, if you can, just for a while, Mr. Lewis, put away your laptop. Go outside. Lie under a tree. Look up and listen to the slowing Earth. Feel it supporting you. This has got to be a much easier place to be.

    And, I doubt you would lose at scrabble. Seriously.

  11. Nancy says:

    Speechless, breathless, beautiful

  12. lynnola says:

    This is so good: "If you and I spent time together we would find that our dreams and fantasies of happily-ever-after-love have holes in them through which the wind of change slips: our yellow flag shakes. And I would like you to look ahead and see what I know: the wind will replace our pretty ideas with something even brighter: life, together"

    Beautiful. Makes me ache for those first stirrings of love.

  13. jasmine says:

    I desire to be loved and understood like this. A supernatural love. You have a wildly stunning mind, heart and soul! I once comented “merry me” on one of your instagram posts. A whimsical and silly decision. But a delighfully witty typo.

  14. Karen says:

    Le Swoon. The best thing I've read in a while. Just what my soul needed today. Thank you!

  15. nnn says:

    love is ego driven. It's all about the ego. idealistic indulgence if you stop for coffee you know you're going to get a doughnut.
    need, scarcity, drives, operate at an subconscious level
    nothing new. yuck.

    • elephantjournal says:

      You sound fun! Let's hang! I'll buy the coffee and doughnuts.

      To be serious: obviously there's an ego-driven love, that in Buddhism would be categorized as one of the three root poisons. You're right on. We'd call it "attachment."

      But there's also a love that's less about projection, and more about caring. Less about ego, and more about encouraging the best in our friend. Via Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche:

      "…we have a fearful mind. That fearful mind is the mentality of those who are still taking pleasure in hibernating in the cocoon of comfort. People come up with long lists of reasons they would like to hibernate. They complain that the world has not provided enough hospitality, so therefore they have to stay in their cocoons. Philosophers, psychologists, musicians, mathematicians, cooks, and seamstresses alike–all kinds of people with all kinds of mentalities–may have their own answers as to why they should be left in their own particular cocoons.

      Based on that situation of fear, the baby or infant warriors, would-be warriors, may have arguments or logics to justify remaining in their cocoons. Those of us who have left the cocoon and joined the warrior's world always treat such would-be warriors gently. We respect them, but on the other hand, we don't just let them lie in their cocoons forever. We gently take the cocooners out of their cocoons and we place them, instead, in the cradle of loving-kindness, hoping that they will not be bothered by being disturbed.

      Sometimes they are offended. They might cry and kick and even shoot a jet of diarrhea right in our face, but they are still somewhat feeble and sweet. In spite of their kicking and screaming, we place them in the cradle of loving-kindness. We take pride in such persons and regard them as would-be warriors, in spite of all their bad temper. We are not put off. Nevertheless, the first step, providing loving care and loving-kindness, takes lots of patience."

  16. Jojo says:

    Breathless, tender, sweetness. I especially adore the line, “I want to begin to love you on a kitchen sink level”. Reading these makes me want to put on my worn, woolen sweater and dream of being loved so thoroughly.

    Thank you…

  17. I’m in love with those words…..

  18. Myriam says:

    Just what I needed to read on a Sunday morning while still in bed. It spoke to my unspoken desires, my romantic and unrealized views of love and true intimacy. Beautiful and moving like a real love story and so intricately descriptive of the most minute details that make up our lives and loves.

  19. Olly says:

    Is this a real story of yours? Well, just yesterday I wrote something shorter (via Line..) and very similar to a man I had to give a 'dead line" kind of. I also wrote that I do not want to play any longer, is a loss of life, of time, energy. i know what I feel for him but he can't take it….A person whoi has closed his injured heart long time ago, who passed from one woman to another with just 2 relationships in his 41 years of life…..a man who gets lost in his work, to the point of making it the only source of the meaning of his life…..Sometimes, being too aware is too painful, we can see the potential of people and how they choose to stay inside a cage whose key they posses but they are afriad to open. No words, no actions from our side can help…i HAVE waited, tried hard…to the point I was sooo sad most of the time…I had to choose, because I love myself too….and wrote that I need a man who cares for me, that sex only is not in line with who I am now…..I did not get a nice result…..but this " u are right, I don't deserve…sorry for everything'. And this is how hours of talking about ourselves, of kissing, eating, huggins, jockings and all the rest…get cancelled in one minute, the time it takes to write 3 lines……I do not feel anger….after so much yoga…..I cannot, I don't feel anger anymore, I feel sadness and compassion and no matter what, I would like to thank him for the time he shared with me and the lessons he brought in my life ( I do believe in this!). I will do it, thanking him, later…..Now it would seem like psycho behaviour by someone who lost the connection with his soul….Sometimes our Light is not the right one for the one we love and IT just blinds them, making them running away…..We must realize this and step back, once we have tried our best…..it is their duty to find their own path……and we sacrifice our desire of sharing life with them, let them go….and may be later they will understand that Love….passed by and they did not recognize it.

  20. Olly says:

    and one more thing…apart of loving all the lines here..I love the" I will always rescue drowning bugs"….cause I do as well ;))),

  21. Lori says:

    Complete synchronicity that this came my way. Today. Thank you Mr. Lewis (and Universe).

  22. Janine says:

    hearts beats a little faster; breath quickens; a smile.. a few more smiles; blushing; a warm feeling rushes through me; goosebumps – how powerful and beautiful are these words that they touched all my senses and lifted my mood. everything – all of it …comes right back to this. oh how wonderful to be on a journey of love like this!

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