Metaphysical Love

You just didn’t see the connections, 
You didn’t allow yourself the intuitive freedom of thoughts to roll on, 
The fluid nature they display when sewing the tape that biases the corners of hunches together. 
The intellect, my friends, is a beautiful highway. 
One which, if left to unfurl itself in its natural state, 
Will reveal to oneself one self that you never knew you really knew. 
It is true. 
You have known yourself all along, 
But never took the chance to get to take it real slow, 
Brushing yourself aside thinking you’ve sized yourself up enough to know that if you knew you, you wouldn’t want to know you. 
No, you didn’t do it the right way, taking your time to show some respect. 
Letting yourself develop some 
real emotions and fall deeply in love. 
Not an obsessive love, or pitiful love, or destructive love, 
But a healthy kind of love, founded upon trust.  
A trust that can only emerge out of a kind of openness that allows you to walk through your days like running water rushing over stones.  
But you fear this benevolent trust. 
Alas, you settle, instead, into the cold comfort of complacency,  
You stay within the confines of the little reality you have constructed for yourself. 
Fearing abandonment, estrangement, isolation from the self you have committed yourself to, till death do you part. 
What if there was a self within yourself that could be all you hoped you could be?  
The mere fact you can perceive this seemingly distant self indicates an already existent relationship. 
Running from thoughts, closing the eyelids of the mind to a sight you cannot bare to see metaphysically because you believe it can never exist physically. 
Instead of taking the first exit off the highway to avoid the restless anxiety that comes from the freedom of the open road,  
Ride on when you feel yourself connect to the road beneath.  
Trust that connection, for that is the ground from which you grow into yourself. 
Take it slow, feel the pleasures that come from existence and fall in love with your life. 
You’ve always been there,  
You just didn’t see the connections.