Monday, July 12, 2010

You are more



Words drip from me like the rain, like a long awaited storm. How the earth inside me waited. For years, I waited. My internal skin a desert. The barren skies raped of stars. The nights devoid of moon. Such was the darkness that I did not even see the clouds grouping together. Clinging to each other, waiting for the magic of the moment when they could no longer be expected to hold back what they longed to birth.

The first brave drop fell on its own. As first drops often do.
Falling as if it were navigating the beginning of life itself. Without knowing where it would land, without knowing that there was land.
But indeed there was a world awaiting what it could bring. The cracked and scared plain of my heart that would forever be transformed.
With the touch of that first drop on the seeds long dormant under the earth, my soul cried out.
And the rains fell.
How they fell.
And fell.
And fell.
Words.
Gorgeous fat drops of water like words, joining other waters until they became streams and the streams, rivers.

Perhaps it is not surprising that I thought I'd become these words. My very being nothing more than the sum of the rain. Romantic. Oppressive, but romantic.

Until she spoke, as she does, right into that place inside me that knows I am more. I have always been more. I will always be more.
"In this space, you are more than the sum of your words," she said.
And I reached into who I am and knew. I think she knows that about herself too. It doesn't stop the wanting. But we know.

Every creator is more than the sum of their creation.
Every writer, a person.
Every poet, a soul.
Every dreamer, a life.
Even if as yet, no one else knows. No one else walks with me. I know. And one day I will again be ready to share those places with another who might herself understand that she is more too.

What about you? Are you more?

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25 comments:

  1. I am me take it or leave it. People have tried to change me but why should I conform to what others want me to be. If I think changes need to be taken I and only I am responsible for those changes. Everyone has a right to be an individual what's more you have an obligation to yourself to be one,

    Yvonne.

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  2. Beautifully said, as always, Tab! I think my words on the page are just a piece of my soul poured out. Not the whole me, but a reflection.

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  3. How much is shared and poured in. How much is not. Constant fluidity.

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  4. How much is shared and poured in. How much is not. Constant fluidity.

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  5. Love it, love it, love it! Yes, I'm more. :-)

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  6. Absolutely more. I love those gorgeous fat drops.
    ~ Wendy

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  7. You write so beautifully.
    Loved it all the way....

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  8. Oh how beautifully you wrote this!! Wow:)

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  9. Oh, yes, yes, yes. Most definitely yes. More. More and more still. Yeah, Tab. And exquisite writing, dear one.
    Karen

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  10. I always say that poetry (and my other writing) is what I do and who I am. More? Aw g'wan.

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  11. Yes, open a vein and let me bleed onto the page. It's an amazing thing. The right combination of words can transport you beyond yourself.

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  12. Beautifully written.

    I am more. The older I get the more I realize all the different dimensions of me.

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  13. Your writing is beautiful--just like you. :) Thank you for the reminder about who we really are! :D

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  14. Oh lovely Tab...how it starts like that...with one solitary drip.

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  15. This is gorgeous as are you! I think my words are the deepest part of me sometimes. I look forward to hearing great things from you soon. I can't imagine the universe capping you off much longer.

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  16. love this... yes more more more

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  17. Tabitha, that was beautiful, gorgeous, and deep. So meaningful and powerful the words that you used such as, "My internal skin a desert. The barren skies raped of stars. The nights devoid of moon. Such was the darkness that I did not even see the clouds grouping together..." and when the last lines, as well. The whole thing was just awesome to read, really.

    As for what I am, I am a writer, an amateur poet, a brother, a friend, a son, a cousin, a nephew, a teacher, and so many other things. Many are concrete and on documented paper, others are just thoughts and imagination. I can be anything I want to be if I wrote about it really. And it is those thoughts and that imagination, that I enjoy just as much as the real life. I am most definitely more than just anything the naked eye could see and I'm sure others are "more" too.

    Write on, Tabitha!

    P.S. Thank you for following my blog and for your comments! Everything is appreciated!

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  18. Just the other week, I posted this fear on my blog: "I fear that my words are, in fact, me."

    But I prefer to dwell on your words, "In this space, you are more than the sum of your words."

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  19. Very poetic and encouraging this morning. Thank you for the inspiration. :O)

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  20. Beautiful, Tabitha! Definitely more! Always more.

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  21. Gorgeous, Tabitha! I think every person is more than they seem, more than they produce or show the world. Something divine sleeps in all of us.

    Thanks for sharing, it was just what I needed today! :o)

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  22. Another beautiful metaphor, Tab. I love your stories so much. Yes, more, although that's not always easy to remember in the shadow times.

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  23. Beautiful words, they make me feel so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

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