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Love 4-27-21 They say love hurts. So if that’s true why do we keep going back for more? We do it though. Over and over again. I think it’s because life is too barren and cold, If we don’t take the risk to love And let ourselves receive it. Love has so many faces And who’s to say what is and isn’t love? The depth of hurt might be equivalent T o the extent of our love But then again, maybe not. Young love often fails, not because it isn’t genuine It falls short because it’s often not the right fit And then outgrown. It still hurts though, worse than anything First loves have no reference to any past experience. After the tragedy is survived and the dust settles Most of us all go back for more. We try again because in the midst of all the crazy drama The ultimate hurt, rivers of tears and breaking hearts There is something gloriously wonderful in there. That something, that makes us feel higher than high, More beautiful than ever before And magically capable of anything That thing is love. Nothing in the world quite like it. So we go back and go back And go back for more, Because for most of us, Life just isn’t worth a toss without it.
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The Risk to know Beauty 4-17-21 A Rose Garden The whole world could be choked with thorns A lover's heart will stay a rose garden. The wheel of heaven could wind to a halt The world of Lovers will go on turning. Rumi In my wandering through memories I find I stumble over many these days. Gazing through a window of tears I see your face looking back at me And I am grateful I took the chance. In spite of the many past heartaches I said, “Yes” to your invitation to love, And have never regretted a single day. No second thoughts, no skepticism, Taking a leap of faith was worth the risk. The years have taught me to trust More in my own wisdom than others. Making decisions have become mindful, No longer blindly hoping for the best I know my heart will choose wisely. Remembering that we both believed That a love such as ours was possible Is what opened the way for us to meet. In spite of the thorns we saw only roses. Defying the odds, we found only love. Exhaling 4-9-21 Am I what I am feeling? Do my emotions define me? Spending time on the ocean Adrift in a boat without oars I’ve had the chance to trust That in spite of what I feel I am safe. I was so long immersed In the beguilement of love, Bathing in the beauty of it, Sheltered in its protective harbor. When, in an instant, it was taken, Rendering me lost and searching In vain. In the many days since Experiencing the many faces Of emotions and deep sorrow, I have learned to acquiesce, To find contentment within. Yet it often eludes me, leaving me Still wanting. Trusting there is a process Engaged within is an alliance, A microcosm of the infinite, Oneness with all that is. Herein dwells the safe harbor That keeps me secure Forever cherished. Letting my emotions Simply be what they are, Observing the comings And goings of them all I might find the freedom To explore beyond the borders Of grief. There can be a coalition Between grief and joy Where both might occupy The same space in time. Easing the barriers between them There can be a cease fire An amicable truce. Both factors may ebb and flow As ocean tides have always done. Calming expectations To facilitate internal peace Accepting uncertainties Making way for evidential change, I trust. Fear wears many faces. Sometimes it pretends to be droll. Then it will let me think It is here to protect me from harm. It presents many disguises Seducing me to trust . It will lure me in under pretense Only to abandon me. Fear is fickle and does not care. Lately I have been afraid. I want to be strong, at least Appear to be so, yet I don’t feel strong at all. I’m afraid that life has beaten me And I won’t be able To get up again, this time. I know that all things die. It is the natural way of life. But now I am living each day Waiting for that other shoe to drop. I realize in my heart This is no way to live. I wonder if I am caught, Trapped in the many sorrows. I no sooner say goodbye to one Then another and then another, When one by one those I have loved Go on their way, away. I don’t know if I can do it again. I haven’t had a chance to breathe. There has to be a way To find a lasting peace. So far it has been fleeting. To accept things as they are Realizing it is the answer I seem reluctant and just can’t. Maybe I see things as they are But haven’t reached the place Of a peaceful reconciliation, Only fearful resignation. So I am afraid right now I don’t know where to turn. Answers are evasive No safe places to hide, Fueling this sense of futility. If I can manage one more day And then another and another, To persevere and trust That all things come to pass I might wake up and start a new day. In my journey there is much I know Yet so much more I don’t. Somewhere within the unknown There dwells a truce with uncertainty Trusting that all is and will be well Regardless of what fear tries to say. There can be comfort in not knowing So I will seek it, get to know it Learning once again to trust That which I don’t understand. |
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