Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Healing From A Past Lover


Very few people find themselves confident in the face of a question like, "what is love?". They will stagger around for an answer through the evidence of those who made them feel like it was important enough to question it. To them, love is the same as the impact other people have introduced them to and not something they think about alone.

However the entryway, once you have arrived at the door to this question, you must walk through it and explore the space for what it is; a world in which you happily place your favor. Never mind the tragedy that causes you to wring your hands at the sky for causing you to dread your existence, valid those feelings may be, but it is better to go to sleep and try again. To commit your heart to denial is to crucify your mind to the cross of death, even as the seasons pass you by.

Love is gratitude in action, the kind of gratitude that knows the difference between what you are thankful for, and who you are as a human being existing in your own space. Those who enter into your space with nothing but an open heart willing to give have decided that you are the one in which they wish to place their favor: you need only to accept the grace. 

When it comes to love that people feel they need to heal from, they seek to heal themselves as the provider of favor; where their recipient was unthankful and brash, foolishly bruising the altar on which that person was placed. 

They blame themselves for having chosen a receiver who was clearly ill prepared and callous, thinking it was wrong to have placed them on an altar, not realizing that even these feelings belong to those who have a nature to provide. The desire to show your appreciation to that which you love will never be a sin, even as you perceive it to call you to harm, which still is the nature of a provider. 

Provision by itself is not a feminine or masculine trait, it is the responsible trait of those who understand that in order to prepare for the journey ahead, you must obtain that which is able to sustain you over the long haul; this is the sensible logic that you are trying to condemn.

When healing from a past lover, understand that you did not bruise yourself by loving them, even though this is the drone of the mindless who speak before they think. It is your passion to pass on that which sustains; you are a life giver who seeks to give to those who will receive, and you are merely searching for those who approach you with open hands.

And the one who did not love you asked you to force their hand open.    

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

Talk To The Void


The void has just as much of a heart as any human. We might imagine that just because we do not know the void, the void does not know us. 

But we visit the void every dreamless night.

Do we ever give thought to the ideas and seeds we toss into the shadows, in the places that we know people rarely visit? Or do we pretend that the darkness only means an absence of light?

We tread the void knowing we feel the solid ground, the rich earth of vast potential, and it is there that we think of all the things we cannot escape. The sun must balk at us knowing that even with its revealing light we find ourselves suffocated all the same. Perhaps we think courage is the poison of our imagination, the ingredient that could finally make our visions come to life. 

And we need only water it with a word... but we hold our tongue. Afraid that the seed might grow we hold our tongue, and the void grows lonely still.

The void needs to be fed. The void needs to be watered. The void is much like the desert, but regardless of how dry the moisture in the air is, the desert can transform into a wetland marsh with a careful word and a deliberate answer. The void always has questions that need an answer, and in between every silence it leans on you to hear your heartbeat. Do you know that the void is always listening?

Every word you speak removes the veil upon the world that you see, and another slab of the map loses its mystery. The void prepares itself ahead of you, timing your every step with curiosity of the next, even though it has seen you move many times before. There is no shortage of excitement with the void. The void's childlike exuberance ensures that it will never get bored.

That is perhaps the most endearing of all with the void, that in its eyes it sees you, only you and no one else in its permanent expanse. It's the romance we have always dreamed of.