Letter to Men

Dear men,

I see you

I see your dedication to your craft, your fingers moving delicately

I see the hunger in your eyes, the longing passion in them

I see the power in your arms, how they sway with swagger

I see the point of your shoulders, how wide your expanse is

I see the swiftness in your legs, how they rush to aid and support

I see your lips, detailing the path set before you

I see your feet, how they begin to create the scale that would soon be you as the mountain

I see your mind, disciplined and steadied on your course

I see your core, how infinity is stored deep in sacred pleasure

I see the things that people tell you are hideous, are beastly, are ugly, are ghastly

Somehow, regardless of what they say, you turn your heels against every word, submerge it deep into the ground, and use it to propel you to greater heights 

They hate you for this 

They hate your mastery of their hatred 

They cannot stand the glory of your presence 

They don’t appreciate the way you smile, when they thought your heart shattered

They don’t appreciate the happiness you contain in the DNA of your identity 

They are perplexed at your ability to see ahead of the curve without fear 

They hate that they have to sit and wait for you to tell them when the curve will come as you go

They hate that they can’t see the curve themselves 

They claim they have every right to your power. To your strength. To your title. To your crown. To your throne 

To infinity, and beyond 

There is no infinity beyond you, men 

Your joy contains the code of life

What brings you satisfaction incorporates everyone in the room 

You don’t hesitate to share your experience with those willing to listen 

You ready your ears to the need of your fellow

You know that what you have will always be replenished, so you give no thought to the ‘morrow and give freely

You need nothing

If life were to begin tomorrow, you would hit the ground running

You need no one

The intensity of your song as you live will reach the heavens, so much that even hell would shed a tear just to have a sample

So please men, know that you are seen

Play a song for yourself for a spell

Dance to your favorite tune on your own when the mood strikes you

And let the potential in your emotions power the world’s future for generations to come 

Sincerely,

[Sign your name here]

Men

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The Ultimate Love

To admit to yourself that you loved someone without shame, no matter how the end arrived... this ought to be a possibility. 

You ought to be able to look back and say that you loved, and not have any shame in it. 

You ought to not have any shame because when you show that you love someone beyond the price of what it costs for them to receive your love, without any regard whatsoever for its return, it is without a doubt felt. There is no question. 

People who don’t know you will look at you and recognize it.

Everyone knows it. Your soul never denies that kind of love. Your soul radiates that kind of love.

And if you have loved like you never cared about the return, why should you find yourself with regret, or even consider the pain they’ve caused you as though after the fact that would be a reason to take it back? “If only I had known” you might say. 

You never said that you would love with a deep, bone piercing, marrow dividing love, if and only if they would treat you respectfully. How could you have possibly measured that kind of offering? How many hands do you think it would take just to support the weight of that kind of love, to carry it?

If your heart had space for love with any amount of compromise, I guarantee you would have been like any other person walking down the street. You would be unnoticed, and this message would be empty.

This is not the case.

You have poured out the ultimate love. You cannot hide anymore. Once you do this, it’s just not possible.

But we live like we can. We try to cover back up the light, the utterly bright and shining light with shame, regret, blame, guilt, fear of it happening again all while wishing we didn’t have to cover it up.

This is a joke and many people should laugh at themselves for this.

You should laugh because you know your heart pants thirstily to open up like it used to, you might wish, “if only there were a person you could pour yourself like a beaker of water out to....” see, you’re ready to do it all again if you had access to the container. 

You’ve already proving that you’re unlimited in resource.

You are both the beaker and you are the container. Pour out to yourself. You will never run out of space. 

And you will find little by little, your flow will fill over into the containers around you. You don’t notice it at first, but you will notice that the world itself IS the container. And in pouring out into yourself, you will pour out to everyone else. And they will have so much they won’t know what to do with it. And they will try to snuff out the light, the love like you once did, wishing they didn’t have to experience it. But they know it doesn’t work. 

If you’re ever wondering if that person out there is still thinking about you... they are.

You have given them the ultimate love. You have asked for nothing when you loved them. And they still left. Or maybe you did. 

You left a mark they will never forget. You are the scar they will never heal from, even if they came back to ask you to reclaim that love and make it all go away. Even if they came back, asking for more scars. 

You must decide once and for all to let that ultimate love go from where you think it lives, and ask it to come back to you, to realize that what you gave came from you. You were the origin your own shining smile in their reflection. And you let them see that. They saw that too. They envied that. They didn’t have it. They measured and tried to compensate, realizing your love was just too big to calculate.

They were not the reason for your love.

They were not the reason your flower bloomed, you were. You allowed your light, your love, your flower to bloom through you to them. 

You reached out to them.

You were the one they were missing.

So call your love back. 

Take it back and own the fact that you gave them everything.

Own the fact that you loved them without regret, without compromise, without caution, without pretending, without shame, without fear. 

That love is yours. They don’t have it anymore. 

You do. It was always yours.

Let your ultimate love be your pride. 

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