Dear Lover, It’s Too Late.
You listened to me crying and professing my love to you with complete indifference. And when I asked you not to walk away, you said, “Too late.”
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Setting Love Free from the Shackles of Expectation.
Stripped of the things that damaged them -- jealousy and the rage that ensued -- they were free to be vulnerable once more. Lying there naked, the sincerity underpinning the relationship that had once allowed it to flourish was palpable.
When Love Falls Short of All We Need.
Love free of understanding is not the antidote to hate, because it doesn't demand the practitioner to show up. But rigorous understanding? That's the way we stand up to fear, and the way we begin to dismantle hate.
Experiencing the Dark Side of Impermanence.
Intellectually, I understand the teaching of impermanence. I get that everything changes. I understand that relationships are no exception to the rule.
Romance Is Dead. Come, Let’s Dance on Its Grave.
Who needs romance when true Love has no labels? And Love is so much more than the all-consuming fire of physical attraction and intense chemistry.
Deliberately Create the Life You Are Meant For.
Who are we to expect any of our loved ones to fit into these little boxes we’ve created for them? That is not how love works.
Death as a Teacher of Surrender.
I still haven’t figured out how to be okay with death, to stare it in the face and allow it to happen as a natural process of life.
The Rising. {poetry}
Rising from the ashes
Armed and ready
The warrior within
Began to survey the dungeon
That had held me captive from the world
3 A.M. {poetry}
It’s 3 a.m., you have to go
and I don’t want to say goodbye
But I force a smile and kiss you
because for once I want to try
I Hope You Love Her Well.
I hope you aren't afraid to stand in the center of the fire with her, even when she frustrates you or angers you or maddens you beyond measure.