Friday, September 15, 2006

Where the Blood Flows

Who knows what it’s like to be on the inside, deep, deep inside where the blood flows. where thoughts and feelings mix with the music and color, where the universe lives both inside and out. Are their few or many? Are there any who know how to live inside that far?
Things where the stars and cells are one work differently.

Do they know that pain doesn’t hurt there? Do they know that moonlight blue is safe as being in a mother’s womb?

No one seems to know that all things come from that deep, deep place where the cells grow. No one comprehends that the love starts with those simple cell dividing, those cells we saw in Science class, those cells that live inside our being.
If everyone understood that . . . would they see that’s what makes love so strong, so pliable, so reliably unconditional?

Is it true? No one knows me. No one sees me. Is it so that they can’t see so far inside me? Maybe some see more than I do.

I know that I don’t know me.

Yet I know the place I speak of. I live, dream, I dance, I love there.
−me strauss Letting me be


Dawn said...

Liz, you are a lucky one indeed to know that deep place.

ME Strauss said...

Hi Dawn,
I'm not sure what to say except that knowing is believing.

dsnake1 said...

Hi Liz,
it's awesome, when you compare the size of the molecules of the blood cells that give us life to the planets and stars of the universe.

correction, i think it's impossible to compare. :)

ME Strauss said...

Hi Dsnake,
I'm not comparing them exactly -- at least to me, I'm not. I'm accessing both venues at one time, inside and out. They both serve my creative well in the same way at the same time. I use them together to write things that are rounder and fuller.