Pedas Manis

Author's Note

I hear the thunder rumbling, as I think of you. I remember last night how I swallowed the sweet silence, refraining from saying too much.
It is too soon to say it all.
Complicating our time now would not be right.
I choke back the silence, wishing I could just say it:
“Julia! Right now, I either wish to go to sleep or make love to you!”

But, I swallow it inside, succumbing to the Love and Peace that we already share.

The time will come.
It is not Now.
“I Love you,” suffices just fine.

“Our time apart…
will torture my heart.”

I don’t want to leave yet. These days have been so wonderful. I wish I could stay, or take You with Me.

We share the Silence and the Stars.
I break the silence with stories of my Houseless Summer, how watching the stars became my anchor. Stories of the extraordinary vision which explained this ephemeral existence!

(03.29.97)
From “Thriftstore Buddha”
Russell Munroe