them.

there are only two men in this entire terrestrial plane that make me feel like nothing.

And i guess it’s good. I don’t expect to be everyone’s flavor. But all that know me, get to be present to the Joy and God that lives in me... all the time. And it’s hard not to fall in love when in audience of God’s presence through the most excellent and present versions of ourselves. 

Like watching a conga drummer in a live band during Carnaval ... for those brief moments his spirit possesses his body, his mind goes quiet for a while, and his heart is awake from its slumber, transcending from form and living in the collective atmosphere that enevelops us all. His soul is gleaming through his eyes, and you can’t help but know Love when you see a conga drummer, drumming during Carnaval. 

that’s what it’s like knowing me. Until one of these two people, interrupt my presence with theirs.

and my presence only knows how much i cannot be valuable in any capacity to people who just don’t see the value in me.  

Yet i guess the proximity of their connectiveness is meant to remind me to be removed further from that living piece of Ego still present in me.  

Seeing them is acknowledging how vulnerable i am, to stand between anyone and their destiny or happiness. 

seeing them is acknowledging how weak i really am to have my PRESENCE, the only value i hold, shifted because they are around. 

i pray their presence teaches me how to trust a little bit more. And dissolves this lingering need for value and significance.