Circles

I sit on the circle of love that surrounds you
In the centre you stand, I look at you.
I have been here for a long time
and you are aware of my presence.

I ask the winged one, guardian of the circles,
What am I to him? He knows I sit here.
More than a friend but not quite a girlfriend.
There is no category to place you in, you are
In a category of your own and have no label.
This is good for you. Labels can be restrictive.

So, in a category of my own I sit, in a familiar place.
Home for an infinite moment in time.
Three earth years and two months and counting.
This is my place and I let go of my need for labels.

The circle behind me vibrates quicker than this and
Is ever moving in its fickleness. That of infatuation,
a place I moved beyond within the blink of an eye.
I look and see another girl sitting here.

What is she doing on your circle?
I have not noticed another woman here before.
I have jealously guarded these circles around you
I am the only woman who should be here.

I try to stand, to move towards her, to push her off.
But dizziness claims me and I know I cannot leave here,
I cannot get to her for although I see her she is in another realm.
Existing in her own world, unaware even of the circle she sits in.

You cannot remove her. Any female may take this place for
It is of their own choosing to do so. She is here of her own free will.
She is no threat to you and is here for a reason. Let it go and share
this space for she is not where you are. Do you hear me, she is no
threat to you. She sits in her own reality, you are invisible to her.

But is she a threat to him? I cry, is he even aware of her presence?
She is there for a reason and is not a threat but a challenge.
Do not be worried for your love, tend to your own circle now.
So I centre myself and look to the circles around me.

I see you, standing not sitting, walking, moving, turning your
back on me, turning to face me, walking away along winding
paths connected to my circle and returning at will. Where once
there were locked gates from which I had stolen the key, now there
are hedges with flowers and I see you walk freely amongst
the wildlife along the paths, surprised but pleased at the place
you now find yourself in.
Where are the gates?
Where are the locks?

You were blocking access to his paths of learning with your
gates and locks, seeing his need for freedom as a threat
when really it is your greatest ally. Look how firmly
he stands on your circle now he knows he can come and
go as he pleases, see how quickly the flowers grow for
the seed is no longer strangled on dry ground but is tended
with love and understanding and spiritual waters.
You knew these truths in your head but did not have the faith
and trust, in us, your guardians to put them into practice.

Now step forward in reality in the human realm and embrace
the new found freedom you have given him and thus yourself.
Love grows colourful, like a rainbow when boundaries are lifted.
Love can breathe when restrictions are no more. Love can dance
and play and laugh in the garden of fun when access outside the
circle is no longer blocked. You have chosen to remain on his circle
permanently but he needs access to other pathways and will always
return to yours if you have trust.

This is new, this is strange, this is different but good. I embrace this
change and smile as I watch you walk yet another path. In amazement
I see my love circle shift and blend and extend and move with you,
rippling under your feet like the living entity it is. I know with
certainty now that you will come back as long as I never try to
lock you in again. The love circle is not your prison but is your home.