The Absence

For many years I struggled with trying to form a coherent image... an understanding... something that I could relate to in expressing the particular need that I was aware of for a specific and uniquely suited woman to complete me as the man that I yearned to be. Then, at lunch in a fast-food restaurant, it came to me. I turned my paper place-mat over and on it penned this expression. I truly hope that it gives language to your spirit as I share with you... The Absence:

He walks proudly, as the sovereign of beings,
parading confidence in his very presence.

Seemingly he needs none other than himself… the power exuded in his solitude and might bespeaks no requirement beyond his own strengths.

Yet, with him, each step of the way, is a powerful Absence;
just as real and tangible as any presence.

This Absence has form, size, dimension, breath, warmth, character, and Being… and… in its existence, the Absence holds power and authority equal to all held by its host.

Indeed, he is but a fraction of what he is capable of being… with this Absence keeping pace with him… stride for stride.

While all of the necessary equipment is there for him to dominate, control, and enjoy his term as master… he is diluted in his ability to measure up to the illusion… the expectations… by the Absence that denies him the power that would be… in her Presence.

Her Presence, in displacing the Absence, fills each void of need, desire, inspiration, motivation, fulfillment and joy that serve to energize him toward all that is expected of so grand a creature as he.

Her Presence, in displacing the Absence, makes of him all that the image of him proclaims… provides the substance to support the vision.

Her Presence… but, oh, such a void when it remains the Absence… waiting, hungering, echoing for the filling… when…

“THE TWO SHALL BE AS ONE.”


John-Michael
06Sept1989
Revised: 25Apr2001
Revised: 10Aug2004


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