Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath...
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The song of love is in every heart. Each of us longs to be loved, loved by a mother, a lover, a friend, a husband or wife. We long to be touched, to be held, to be embraced, to be understood, to be needed. We need to know that we are loved and we need to love in return. Love is the primal music of life, the song of creation, the fabric of being human.
*Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee. Love Is a Fire.
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She walks in, sits.
I feel a force so pure, strong,
I can only find one word to call it, "love,"
and so overpowering this struggle to speak.
Looking to, looking away.
Words stumble out.
Hands reach, fingers search for reply,
any of likeness will satisfy.
What is this I feel left with, holding alone?
Love, yet "love" cannot say.
A gift, after all the sorrows of love,
to let love in this way.
And, yes, possibly for all those sorrows
this can be, this letting love in this way.
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Daphne Rose Kingma, poet, psychotherapist, teacher of relationships, tells of an experience in Hawaii. Daphne was weary, after a huge fire in her house. She was lying on the beach and did not want to have conversation with anyone. A little girl with a pinwheel came to her. The little girl asked, "Can I sing you a song?" The girl sang a beautiful song about friendship. The final line was, "So I'm singing you this song and I want to be your friend, will you be my friend, too?"
Daphne gave the following comment on meeting the little girl...
It was an absolutely exquisite gift. I will never see her again, I don't know her name, but we had an experience of deep connectedness and true love in that moment on the beach. There are hundreds of these moments in life that are so tiny that they don't register on this chart that we've all built about what love is. We think love has to look a certain way, have a certain outcome. But we're constantly gifted with such moments, experiences that are just breathtaking in their purity and their absolutely consecrated perfection.
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Love, like a leaf on wind,
aimlessly it seems to you and me; but
a tide trembles unseen below the surface
of every human face.
There is a Sea upon which the Mysteries of Love sail.
Let Her carry you away,
guided by Her own
destiny. Do not hesitate, asking, "Where?"
My Friend, no one is wiser than
the one who says to Her,
though knowing not
Her ways, "Yes."
* * *
We can replace longing with love.
*Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche. In Love with the World.
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Do not seek this Lover.
Open the chest only,
and rejoice in the Treasure.
When you find Her
necklace around your neck,
take it off and pull the world
to your happy heart.
* * *
Thomas Merton... "The deepest level of communication is not communication, but communion. It is wordless ... beyond speech ... beyond concept."
So...
If I say, "I love you,"
I cannot tell you want that is.
Things can be defined, explained, love cannot.
I can say, "Listen to your heart,"
for love clarifies itself,
love unveils the meaning of loving,
yet without disrobing itself of the mystery it is,
so the communion it offers, heart-with-heart.
*Brian Wilcox. 'The Heart Speaks'
(C) Brian Wilcox 2020
