“I’m yours it seems.”
I’m yours.
It seems as if with these few words something has happened.
“I’m yours it seems.”
There is nothing to think about here.
It says something only of being.
Of newness—of a new place beyond and yet within.
The magic of beyond and within.
You're doing something to me.
Loving me.
Breaking me out.
Releasing me,
As if I've been a prisoner within myself,
And you’re breaking me out.
And you’re breaking out with me—holding my hand as we break out together.
And so we both say it.
“I’m yours, it seems.”
Specialness—where is it, where does this thing exist?
Specialness sees the world as if from outside the world.
Specialness sees the world from within a mutual affinity that is both within the world and outside the world.
And that affinity is not an enclosing place.
It does not confine.
It is open.
It is something that makes us better than the world, because it is a place with extra—it is all, and then more.
When known,
Specialness is a way of being that cannot be helped.
When known,
Specialness looks out at the world, and in at the world—it is in the world, and it is outside the world.
“I’m yours it seems.”
In one moment, you have removed the lock,
And the gate has fallen open to the world.
And there are no limits to the world beyond the lockless gate, because the world beyond the gate is always extra.
“I'm yours it seems,” tells us of the extra, and the open, and of freedom, and the unshackled, and the new, and the loving, and the special, and the specially shared, and the confidence, and the peculiar, and the uninhibited, and the identity, and the lovingness of it all that reflects out from within and back from beyond.
‘...and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself…the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will not be out of the other’s sight…even for a moment...’
“I’m yours it seems.”
And I recognize you, it seems!
