I dived right into your world
following the woman in yellow.
She vanished and became me,
and I knew how to find you.
You were there,
connected from a million dreams.
You were there,
all layers merged-
real.
If it is true love, it's ok.
If it is true love,
I'll forget everything
and let the morning rain cleanse me-
I'll be new.
The filling puddles,
the wet papaya garden,
each drop of rain,
the dewey morning,
it is all me,
and you can find me here.
If it is true love, I will take right now.
I will find my love in the moment
and let it fill me.
I will follow it to the future
where you might be-
I know you every time.
If it is true love,
I don't mind.
I think I'll like it very much.
💌Typing this out felt surreal because I really do have a chunk of my life now that I can't remember. I can't remember anything from when I wrote this, but I do remember it was after waking up from a dream exactly as described in the poem, and it was a rainy morning that looked exactly like the dream I had had.
I was following a woman hopping on stone steps, always a step behind, but she stopped and I collided into her and became her.
I don't think I could have known that this poem would make so much more sense to me in the future. I really have allowed myself to forget and just be new. It shows me the determination I lived with at that time. I wasn't sad, I knew I had to weather it out to reach the things I really wanted, and apparently I didn't mind. It's nice to know that.