Gene Ruyle — Author, actor, playwright/composer, psychologist, priest, philosopher

Nov 20, 2010 1:21 AM EST

I was afraid... not of him,
But of my internal reflection in him.

To see him in his element, left me in awe...
And there i was, only a whisper of what i saw in him.

I could not stand beside him in all of what he was.
For then it would become clear...

I am not enough.

To resist, for me was the only option,
To pull back, from what began...

Back into that deceptive place of safety,
Into my alone-ness.

He helped me in that way,
There was no struggle to break free.

There was, what seemed to be...
A knowing of matters unspoken.

I could not face this in myself.
And could no longer impose it on another...

To Love, To Let Go, in such a peaceful way.
It was my gift, not from him, to me,

But from the knowing universe...
Of what is true and right.

The gift that flows thru him.
And now...

As i have become aware,
It is in me.



I am on my way...

(cant recall what preceded the rest of that line, but it was indeed very well spoken < Paint your wagon)

- A.

Sep 09, 2012 3:21 AM EDT

Dear A. ~ So you'll have it, The full text from the chorus lyrics (written by Alan J. Lerner for Frederick Loewe's splendid music to Paint Your Wagon is: "Where am I goin' I don't know, when will I be there I ain't certain, all I know is I am on my way." And . . . thanks for your lovely, expressive words and truly wonderful heart. ;- )

- Gene Ruyle

Oct 12, 2013 4:23 PM EDT

"I'm nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody too?"

- Maureen Johnson

Oct 12, 2013 5:23 PM EDT

Thank you for visiting, Maureen. I'll respond through our other means of communicating as well. All the best to you,

- Gene Ruyle