Sometimes you accidentally look into someone’s eyes — and there rages an ocean of unbearably beautiful Power. It rages and terrifies with its might and splendor! It frightens with the grin of the Very First Dragon, ready to devour you at any moment. Yet infinitely more, it beckons you until your legs buckle from this primordial force — what are your strength and will compared to it…

This closeness gives a powerful impulse to your own movement when you’re caught in the whirlwind of another’s soul and spun along with it. I won’t say whether this is good or bad — it’s hard to judge the elements. They simply exist, carrying you through hurricanes and storms like a tiny boat. But in this movement, it’s crucial to hold onto what’s yours — what connects you to this person while simultaneously creating boundaries, stability, preventing you from dissolving in this furious, uncontrollable current.

Every storm turns out to be first and foremost a test of yourself — whether you’ll endure, whether you’ll stand firm. Raging waves wash over the deck, the wind tries to knock you down, and the helm struggles to slip from your desperately clenched hands. Another soul, another force, another Self through this movement drags you into the depths of your own soul, revealing your own strength and giving you the chance to cling to your own Self like an anchor. To manifest yourself. To emerge.

It happens that after tasting another’s Power, you greedily want to drink and drink from it without stopping until you’ve drained it dry.
Instead of merging with it to multiply and deepen your own, to paint it with new shades of the rainbow.

You literally stop yourself by sheer will, return to awareness and sobriety. Slap your own hands away, seek other ways to quench this thirst without losing yourself or harming the other.
To hold yourself back. To withstand.

© Elena Shuwany