Oh, The Wonder of You.

I see you and I am again flooded with feelings of love and I am in awe. In awe of you and your beingness.

I am struck by how different and separate you are from me and I wonder why. What has spawned this differentness. I know the usual- gender, family, experience, etc. but why?

Why are you - you and me - me?

I wrestle with the limitedness of my existance and expereince. Why am I so me? Why can’t I see, hear and experience the way you do? Why am I so bound by my thoughts, my beliefs, my sensations? Why am I in this body and you in yours?

I have not seen the confinement of my being so clearly as I do today. It is not that I believe I am small or narrow or even rigid but I am only me and will only ever be able to be me.

Don’t get me wrong, I love being me. But the fact is I am limited. I have a constrained exisitence and I feel sad.

I am confronted by the realization of how the joy of my being and the magic and wonder it affords me is contrasted with this limitedness of my inability to experience your world as you and only you do.

Why can’t I be limitless with you? Why can’t I walk in your shoes for even a moment? I am not talking about empathy and understanding, I mean being you, being you for even one second. How I would love it. What fun it would be.

How I would love to have a moment of seeing, hearing and feeling from a place that is you. A place that only you experience. I wonder if I would feel the magnificence I see in you? Would I experience the confidence I see or would it be something else? I am flooded with curiosity. To have the experience of something so completely new and different and NOT me. To perhaps feel something I can’t even imagine.

Oh, to experience the complete magic of you.

Now that would be profound.