Love me from afar, love me from a distance. And if you don’t know how, learn.
I am not asking you to distance yourself from me. I am asking you to love me even when I am out of your sight. I am asking you to love me, cherish me, think of me, even if you can’t see me.
Think of me if you can’t feel me. Think of me if you can’t touch me.
And think of me even when you don’t really like me.
I can’t always be what you want me to be. So when your desire for me fades, think of me, value me, be considerate. Distance yourself for a while. Go your own way, fulfill your desires, and then come back. Give my beauty another chance to shine in front of your eyes.
I know you. Your desire will find its way back to me, so make sure I am not broken by your uncontrollable fire and momentary selfishness, temporary self-centredness. Be gentle with a delicate being like me, and I will flame your fire.
We will not burn in the flames, we will fly above the fireworks we made. We will be together, but sufficiently apart, just enough to be aware of each other and the love and passion that lives between two lovers.
We will always be at a distance, there will always be a You and a Me. We will look at each other, not through each other, and we will acknowledge that the other one exists. Separately.
Isn’t that the only way to make love? To create love?
By making sure that you are you, and I am me?
Spirit of Tara 