cosmic connections: the divine dance of almost-love

beloved souls,

in the intricate tapestry of human connections, we often find ourselves entangled with those enigmatic threads we call “the boys”. not quite friends, not quite lovers, these souls occupy a sacred space in our relational universe. as rumi whispers, “love is the bridge between you and everything,” and these almost-relationships are the delicate bridges we traverse.

the magnetic pull of potential

like moths to a flame, we’re drawn to these luminous beings. the quran reminds us, “and of his signs is that he created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them” (30:21). yet in these almost-loves, we find not tranquility, but a thrilling restlessness, a potential that shimmers like stardust.

cycles of connection and distance

our dance with these almost-lovers follows the rhythm of the cosmos. rumi muses, “love’s wings melted when they came near the sun of love.” we soar close, then retreat, our hearts both burning and yearning in this celestial waltz.

addicted to the in-between

there’s a unique ecstasy in this liminal space. as the bible says, “set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death” (song of solomon 8:6). yet we hover in the space before that seal, addicted to possibility, to the freedom of the undefined.

our hearts: vessels of divine light

in these almost-relationships, our hearts become lanterns of the divine. rumi proclaims, “you are not a drop in the ocean. you are the entire ocean in a drop.” we pour our essence into these connections, illuminating the space between friendship and love with our inner radiance.

the hunger for definition

sometimes, we crave clarity in these nebulous bonds. the bhagavad gita teaches, “it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else’s life with perfection.” perhaps our destiny is to embrace the undefined, to find perfection in imperfection.

craving the cosmic dance

these almost-lovers become everything we crave. rumi beckons, “come, come, whoever you are. wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. it doesn’t matter. ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. come, yet again, come, come.” and so we come, again and again, to this dance of almost-love.

the eternal now of divine connection

in the realm of almost-relationships, every moment is infused with eternity. “and is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?” asks kahlil gibran. we exist in a constant state of divine presence, balanced on the knife-edge of infinite possibility.

dancing with sacred uncertainty

as we navigate these cosmic connections, we’re not just passive participants. we’re co-creators in this divine choreography. rumi encourages, “dance, when you’re broken open. dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. dance in the middle of the fighting. dance in your blood. dance when you’re perfectly free.”

the alchemy of almost

in the crucible of these not-quite-relationships, we transform. lead becomes gold, friendship flirts with love, and we discover new facets of our divine selves. as rumi says, “you were born with potential. you were born with goodness and trust. you were born with ideals and dreams. you were born with greatness. you were born with wings. you are not meant for crawling, so don’t. you have wings. learn to use them and fly.”

cosmic communion of the heart

remember, fellow pilgrims on this path of love, that even in the vastness of this relational cosmos, we’re never truly alone. rumi reminds us, “we are all just walking each other home.” our experiences with these almost-lovers connect us to a universal story of longing, of connection, of the bittersweet beauty of divine love expressed through human form.

so, beloved souls, are you ready to embrace the exquisite uncertainty of these almost-relationships? to dance in the starlight of possibility, to bask in the glow of potential, to navigate the thrilling, terrifying, beautiful space between friendship and love? let your heart be your compass, your intuition your map, and may your journey through this cosmic landscape of connection be filled with wonder, growth, and the sweet nectar of divine love.

in the light of a thousand maybes and the warmth of one eternal love,
your guide to the galaxy of almost-love

-r+b(nm)