How? How can this be?
Over long years an assumption grew
I’m just different
Not like anyone else
Alone
Not in a sad way, just a “This is reality” way
The way in which I relate to almost every part of life
Left everyone looking at me cockeyed
“Too deep, not enough, too much, too other”
Is the message I received
But you see
I love being me
So I was fine
I didn’t know
Then one day you show up
Like magic, like an earthquake these things shattered
An awakening – I know you!
Your essence, your spirit, your smile, your eyes, your voice
And yet
You are a complete mystery to me
And more –
As time passed, I showed up, as I do
But instead of drawing away
You accepted me
You understand
Even asked for more
More of the very part of me everyone else didn’t want
Unbidden you speak, sing
I reel
How? How?
Do I feel, see, touch, hear something
So intimately familiar it feels like me
Yet so inscrutably other I bow in respect
It’s like I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear these words
To laugh these laughs
To marvel at that face and the world within
Tears of gratitude wash over, through me
I am not the same
How could I be?
I found my own heart in another
The Eye of the Needle 