If there’s attraction,
and if there’s game…
If there’s attraction,
and if there’s game…
“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”
― John Muir
“Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That’s the problem.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
“Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that’s why we get along.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems
“How it is that animals understand things I do not know, but it is certain that they do understand. Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess
“I have from an early age abjured the use of meat, and the time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look upon the murder of men.”
― Leonardo da Vinci
“I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.”
― Winston S. Churchill
Atop the green grassy hill during summertime, away from the shady trees below, behind the warehouse, against that warm tin wall,
There lies a safe spot. Your open arms. The silence of your smile,
The content in your eyes, the stillness in your seat.
Embracing you my body sighs a massive wave of relief
Clasped underneath your firm reassuring arms
Closing my eyes, I breathe over your chest
There’s something innate within us that’s been budding since we’ve existed. Since the moment one cell was dived into two.
Gazing at you is like speaking an ancient language of the animals. It’s like the dance of a peacock with its feathers flared. It’s interpretation only you understand. My eyes possessed by you, the sparkle in yours shines through, makes the rest of space around me empty, dark. Nothing else matters but you, nothing else comes close to you. I live to have your arms embrace me, to give me the reason for living. I’m alive when you’re near, I carry your spirit when you’re far; otherwise there is no purpose to this life. There’d be no blooms; flowers grow from seeds. There’d be no mountains, rocks, seas, they’re all bound, so tight, by bonds we cannot see. This is the bond I’m talking about my love, which I can’t explain no matter how much I write or try to decipher through some metaphors, or think through silently. It’s nonsense. There’s no answer. This is my obsession. This hunger, this yearning of giving love and to receive it wholly, yet knowing that it can never be complete. This process that has no ultimate end. This falling into an endless well with no bottom. Just like the continuum of time, with no beginning and no end, like the movement of energy– this reality that I can never completely have you nor can you have me, no matter how much we are bound to each other by things that connects us, or by bodies that tangle us, this pain, this excitement, this curiosity. This is what makes me breathe, keeps me going, makes the world spinning, makes the stars shining, the universe expanding. Everything that is this vast, morphed inside of you, so many questions and the answers—a mere reflection, in your eyes.
Siddharth Gautam Buddha resisted attachment because everything will change. Things that can make you happy can also cause deep suffering.
Money can wane
People can leave
Your physique can slack
Why get attached to anything at all? Can resistance to attachment lead to some sort of everlasting bliss that we all deeply crave, but can’t figure out how to get it, nor what it even is?
Why does anything exist at all if it is to be resisted? Can the big man upstairs (or woman, or men or women or it) be playing a game out of us?
Well that’s pretty mean of he/she/it of them. How could the universe be created out of negativity when there exists vital feelings of togetherness and caring love… aren’t they all forms of attachment?
Shackled in the opportunities of modern society; and the free ride home
She was sobbing and swirling inwards into an uncontrollable frenzy of alcohol consumption. He saw her sitting at the restaurant table and came by. He held her around the shoulders and said, “Hey… sorry I was a bit late.” She just sobbed and gazed at the table, before chugging on the bottle again.
“Do you… want to talk about it?” He asked her considerately.
“What’s there to talk about? It’s over, everything is over” she told her longtime friend. It pained him to see her in this state.
“What’s over?” He inquired.
“Hopes and dreams. Walks on the beach. Sleeping next to him on the lawn under the sun. Ambitions on being married to him, owning a house together, having three kids. It’s done! It’s over!”
He held her tight and told her it was going to be okay.
“It’s not okay! He was all I ever wanted. I freaking almost fainted when he first asked for my phone number. I almost cried when he went on a vacation with his friends and came back after a few days. I was literally broke yet lost $5,000 on some bullshit holiday package with him that never happened, but it was okay, it was alright, because I still had him and he had me and that’s all that mattered!”
“Go on” he said. She chugged the entire bottle of alcohol and slammed it on the table. Her mascara was running below her eyes. She was a hot mess.
“I did Dave. I did all that. I gave up everything for that man, I had so much aspirations and dreams” she started sobbing again, “And now I have nothing.”
He hugged her shoulders tight again and she quietly whimpered over his chest. How he had desired her over the years and had secretly wanted to date her. He just never had the opportunity to ask because she had become so infatuated with this new guy. They had continued to remain “friends” but he knew definitely that wasn’t the reason why he was around her. He broke the silence and asked her, “So what happened?”
She stared at the empty bottle and responded, “He didn’t like birds tweeting.”
There was a deep silence.
“Wait… what?” He asked.
She continued, “He didn’t like birds tweeting loudly in the morning against the window. How could anyone not? We weren’t meant to be. I ended it.”
“Just like that?” He asked in a state of confusion.
“Mmhmm” she nodded sadly.
After the evening dinner with her, he came back to his apartment. His roommate asked him, “How’d it go? Did you get to have a second chance with her?”
He took off his shoes, sat on the sofa and asked his friend to bring him beer from the fridge. He took a sip and responded, “She’s nuts. I’m ending it.”
“Just like that?” His friend asked.
“Mmhmm” he nodded.