What I know

Don’t be dismayed by my steadiness. It may be seen as sweetly tender, soft even. It may seem warmly welcoming, and it is. It may seem easefully nudging, without threat; which it is also. What you may wistfully miss in your assumptions and projections the fierceness of my steadiness. This steadiness you feel in me is alive, not stagnant or flat as you seem to assume about steadiness. It is fierce, fierce-fully challenging all the notions that you had until landing here with me in a stream of unrequited love that disarms your understanding and notions of steadiness.

Yes, be careful of those projections, assuming that because I confront differently from you that I’m not confronting. My confronting appears sometimes from behind, sometimes from the side, and even less from the obvious front. Don’t be dismayed by the affordance my loving allowance invites as any less transformational for the defense mechanisms falling away for you to meet the source of yourself as the great mystery itself.

What I know is your perceptions of my steadiness, or misperceptions perhaps, undermine its fierceness which are already at work with you. Otherwise, how would it be that you have the courage and invitation to share your misguided, limited, and deceitful assumption with me now?