The greatest challenge in love is not finding someone to love.
Nor is it knowing how to love better or deal with the brokenness of another.
It’s got nothing to do with someone else.
No matter how hard I try, there are things I cannot just let go.
Or simply move on although someone tells me its in my best interest.
It’s easy to say let go when you’ve never been so attached that separation leaves you breathless.
The mirror is the voice of my father
Telling me who I am
Who I could be
It’s the voice of my mother showing me
The way of love and radical acceptance.
I am drawing you out
To a place, a state of living
That is long neglected
That holds the key
To the bliss you seek.
The way she walks
Is Spring in deep Winter
Fresh, breezy, brisk
This vision walks right up to me.
Elegant in her gait
Not every love story is beautiful.
In fact, most of them are ugly and bloody.
In matters of love, there are rarely intact survivors. We are all bruised, broken, and maimed… sometimes for life.
Flying in an airplane for most of us is a relatively low-stress experience. We don’t board an aircraft expecting the worst-case scenario or clutch our seats tightly expecting engine failure and a crash landing at each cloudy bump in the sky.
Every centimeter of you grows on me
My fingers flow lightly
Trailing the course mapped by freckles
Making contact with a gentle intention
What is a relationship
If not a community of two?
When the feelings of both
Are mutually related
And differences far and few?
“When it comes to love, there is nothing quite so good as clarity.”
(Margot Robbie‘s character in “Amsterdam.”)