Freed From The Ropes!

It was in a little cozy Wine & Champaign Café somewhere in the heart of Accra-Ghana that it happened. His friend a comrade Poet had asked him as to whether he was available for a Poetry Night at this elitist Wine & Champaign Café and he said yes. There wasn’t much to do these days, he had just graduated with Bachelors Honors and was awaiting the next big thing to happen to him. The Poetry Night was in three days. He already knew what Poems he would share, so he took the time & relished the pleasure of rehearsing his mastery. The night came, he kept to time and begun on an outlook prep three hours before. A traditional blue Kaftan with black leather sandals adorn his physical symmetry and he looked the part. The Wine & Champaign space was cut out for Poetry for it was contained and intimate in feng-shui. The lights were at a soft glow and the couches were firm yet tender with a book shelf at reach from an arms stretch with every seat setting. The music wove an Aura of Calm into the mystic atmosphere and was the setting not ordained to bless with Poetry. He was in early, and so was his comrade Poet who had invited him along with one other gentleman of a Poet who was adorned with dreadlocks and a white Kaftan. The visitors started filing in a few minutes after, and soon the little cozy space was teeming with beautiful people seeking to satisfy some artistic cravings. So the parley begun, his comrade Poet went in on the stage set first, the rendition was sensual and calculated, artistic and confident. The acceptance & praise from the audience was evident in the finger snaps and hmmms. Then he went in next with a piece on the mediocrity of his generation. The stimulation was most welcomed as it was awakening yet somewhat uncomfortable for some. Then the dreadlocked Poet culminated the first round of performances. There was a second parley and a final third then the sacred exchange with and between everyone present amidst Wine & Champaign. That was when she seemed apparent in the small convocation for she approached him to express her deep-felt resonance with the Poetry pieces he shared and after a brief exchange between the two she handed him her complementary card. The card revealed she was a Doctor with a clinic to her name on the other side of Town. The night was still young but he decided to go home early and be by himself. The next morning he called the number on the card and she picked up, the exchange was lighthearted and filled with the simple joy of laughter. They had connected on the Poetry Night when they first met, but both of them felt the connection deepen on this first phone call. She ended the phone conversation with an invitation extended him to come share in the glories of a plant-based cook-out in her clinic organized by her sister who happened to be a Vegan Chef. The next morning he was present in the clinic and early much so. She was attending to a few patients upon his arrival, but upon her finish she eagerly came out to meet & greet him. The clinic was filled with her visiting patients and clean-eat enthusiasts who had all come to enjoin the spirit of the moment. Then she asked him if he was willing to do some Poetry at the setting, he said yes. For he would not miss an opportunity however small. He rendered a heartfelt one and commanded everyone’s attention while at it. Their attraction strengthened, the good Poet & the good Doctor, they found they had a lot in common interests so they spent some time together after the cook-out session and he left for home. They spoke on phone later that night and met again a few times afterwards. The bond in-between grew so strong they would speak several times a day in-between their itineraries and he finally ended up moving in with her as the Order of Things would have it. She was older than he was, twice his age for that matter yet she looked and felt very youthful & vibrant. They carried on life’s cares together on every level, the love-making was passionate, sensual, artistic and often spontaneous. The love grew roots, deep ones that beaconed a long-term go yet both of them knew somewhere deep down enough that the time will dawn when the entwined must loosen up so their fated-destines can keep progressive on their own unique paths. Both of them sensed it strongly but neither dared speak of it because what transpired in-between was truly beautiful. But even the dawn must give way to the dusk for all beginnings are crowned in the glories of their dissolutions. It was the good Doctor that started hinting at this dissolution in their therapeutic conversations. She told him to not get attached to her because she was a nomad, a free bird cursed with the blessing to be where her Spirit desired flight. It was true what she shared, but it was too late for that at this point and they both knew that. So obviously the natural progression at a detachment must set in so their true natures can flourish even if that meant to love each other from the distance. They were both Spiritually Mature, and thus very aware of the flow of the Cosmic Tide, and that all Sentient Beings must flow with it for all things are in a perpetual state of flow. Their hold unto each other was born of a deep-seated need to shield themselves from the pain of abandonment. They had both experienced a tearing away from guardian figures that fed them the warmth of light at an earlier time of their lives, so their respective presence in each other’s presence complimented their losses, and of this phenomenon was the temptation to attachment born of, one which they had already fallen for. He would grow unusually quiet for moments long enough that made the good Doctor feel abandoned in his presence, but his pensive silence was not a directed arsenal unto that end, but the end to something he knew in his heart to be truly beautiful beckoned at him from the recesses of his visions and so the sorrows of the future poured in into his present moments for he allowed them so he could bear a semblance of what it would be like in the end. She would strongly register her displeasure for the unexplained pensiveness for she felt isolated and this was the end’s beginning. He begged her leave to go back to his own dwelling to relish some reflective solitary moments so as to put things in perspective, they both needed it and agreed to it, but they also knew things will not be the same again afterwards. They would meet occasionally and commune but would dwell separate ways until they naturally grew into parting ways amidst deep-wounds they spoke not of to one another but knew to heal out of. For that was the consequent effect of detaching from a love attempt glued together, the bringing apart rips aspects of the Self with it, and it is painful when that happens, the healing of which takes time and intentional effort in help seeking where needed. Attachments of this kind stagnates the progress of Self he came to learn, for as was hinted at in the course of this solemn narrative, all things subsist in life within a motion intrinsic to their very nature and the essence of the greater Consciousness we all share in. So that when one gets attached to another person at an attempt at consummating their ill-conceived notion of love, or a store of material wealth or the accumulation of it to engender a certain sense of responsibleness, that is exactly what actually happens, one gets attached and thus ceases to flow foremost by the motions intrinsic to their essences then by the greater ever raging Cosmic Movement intrinsic to everything we form a part of. It was, because it had to be, yet could it have been otherwise?