I want to Love my life. Love it exactly as it is now and not some fantastical, idealized version that exists nowhere except in my noggin’. Love it for exactly what it is now, with all its frustration and failure and credit card debt and unrealized dreams.
I made myself a mind palace, and did not realize I built it for two. You were in every inch of it, it just took you time to manifest. You had to pull yourself out of the polished wooden banisters that lead up to our attic room.
We will rise above our false sense of self and discover we are wiser and stronger. Our souls will be drenched in love and no longer ashamed of who and what we are. We will see the light in darkness and honor all the pieces of our self -- especially the shadows and we will find our boundless strength and exquisiteness.
As we invest in relationships with others, we should equally spend our time on things that we are passionate about. We should become aware when we allow something to dominate too much of our energy and time. One thing, one career, one situation does not an individual make.
My experience and inner wisdom kept shouting at me, time after time, that the next snoozing episode would only deepen the wounding slumber, only worsen the scarring from lingering between dream, nightmare and awake, and yet, I thirstily pressed our button, knowing the damage I was doing us.
But I desire that dedicated partner, here and now, in present time, to team up and support each other in all our endeavors, healing humanity and living a passionate existence in all ways. A partner where we rock this world together inside and outside of our lovers' embrace.
Here is some good news though... you and your partner are a perfect match. Yep, a perfect match for bringing up each other's shit. You can either spend your time throwing that shit at each other like mindless apes, or you can seize the opportunity to own your shit, then evolve beyond it to expand your consciousness and your heart.
I could kiss the space between your eyebrows until the world turns to ashes around us, I could wrap my legs around you and touch your lips and stroke your hair until the sky turns purple and the sea overtakes the land and we are the only things left on the Earth.
We spent time after time
together in the silence,
feeling all the feelings
I had never allowed into my soul.
We spoke of beginnings,
endings and all that life
gave in between.
We watched as night
flickered slowly into day
and saw day burn out
into the warmth of dusk.
And we treasured it.
Don't you love it when your relationship is steamy passionate and love is oozing out of every pore? Ahhh. The hot, honeymoon phase certainly rocks. It's purely magical and intoxicating. Now, are you going to do what it takes to keep it that way or are you going to f*ck it up like over 50% of couples?
For I don't want to wonder.
I don't want to wait.
I don't even want to pursue.
I want to be taken.
Possessed, surrounded, filled up.
Held up, worshiped. and forgiven.
With no doubt, no regret
Just equal souls.
as close apart as together.
I practice Yoga, but my attire consists of whatever is clean -- a paint-splattered t-shirt or a pair of old spandex. I like to think I glow from the inside out. I drink fair trade coffee with almond milk. I don't do it because it's trendy, but because Compassion is my religion and no creature will be harmed in the making of a beverage that costs $2.13.
Land, air and fire; no water but the tiny oceans that fall from my eyes -- no wind but the one that moves in and out, my chest and belly -- rise and fall, rise and fall -- and of course, me sitting, heart beating, thinking, feeling, naked and raw, as if all the layers that were there from the start have evaporated and instead my insides are on the outsides.
I was not meant for the cage of the existence I was living. I knew there was more. My heart was hungry and the fire that was slowly fading became a raging wild fire. It burned through the lies and ignited the truth and showed me the way, to me, through you.
You've got exquisite taste in sadness, too. It's the perfect combination of melancholy and hope, sprinkled with rage and longing. It's the kind that I can feel coming from miles away. The kind that comforts me.
If I knew the way, I would take you home...Perhaps the only help I’m able to give you about this is to let you know that I know what it’s like. That I’ve been there. That I’ll undoubtedly be there again. That when you are there, isolated from the whole world, you are not actually alone. That there are people, things, a world surrounding you, holding you up, laying you down, covering you with blankets, massaging your feet.
Whatever nuances our partner may present, even those we abhor, we must love them all. For without any one of this myriad list of ingredients, the one to whom we open our heart, the complete entity we have fallen in love with, would cease to exist.
If love is a destination of regular heartbreaks, loneliness, wasted tears, and constant fear, even when you are in the arms of the one you love, then maybe you shouldn't rush to it. Maybe, like time heals wounds, you should give love some time.
I'd forgotten I could send my love directly to me -- not my reflection of me in you -- but to me, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and through my gut and liver and frostbitten fingertips. Let my love nourish me with as much urgency and power and healing as I used to channel through you.
You feel the sense of cold betrayal that rises when the person you trust most with your thoughts and views, with your strengths and weaknesses, tears you down with a few ill-chosen sentences, judgments that don’t even seem to have a basis. You feel blind-sided, attacked.
Are you spending your nights in a stranger's arms, searching desperately for something you'll never find? Are you replaying your past like a broken cassette, reliving mistakes over and over in your mind? Let go, forgive yourself, please take the first step. I promise to love you better than you've ever been loved...
Your eyes find mine,
and the sincerity is so palpable
that it renders me incapable
of keeping these confessions
from escaping my mouth.
I've loved you so
for quite some time now,
and more now than ever.
By Sammy Hart
I don’t think I’ve ever told you that I love you, but I really really love you.
I think you’re beautiful, every single part of you. Every curve and every scar a perfectly placed piece on your canvas. Yes, even those pieces that you judge too quickly, I can’t help but smile when I see them. Those pieces make you you and those pieces make you beautiful.
You asked which piece I love the most, but it’s hard for me to choose because the whole of you is even greater then the sum of your parts. Your strengths and weaknesses, all of them have combined together to create the most perfectly imperfect piece of art — you!
Yes, I’m talking about you!
I know our relationship is far from perfect, and I know in the past I did most of the decision-making in terms of what you needed. Please understand it was difficult for me to hear...
A year ago, after several months of subtle edging out, I found myself unceremoniously exiled from a hive that had felt like home. The notion of kindred spirits I had held cupped so carefully in my hands was knocked to the ground, and I was left to wander an abyss of no redemption.
In expanded love, I let some people into my heart -- fully -- while keeping healthy boundaries to ensure I remain strong and loving. In expanded love, I love and take care of myself first, so I can love others.
Life has flown by so quickly, lately. Mornings turn into afternoons, afternoons turn into evenings, and those turn into middle-of-the-night heart wanderings of the things I want and the things I hope for -- things that quietly burrow into a neat little ball in my throat.
I'm not stunning, I am ethereal. Yes, hard to understand at times, ambiguous for sure, maybe overwhelming or even contradictory. But I told you all this way back at the beginning. Rather sheepishly, even, because I knew then what you now have realized: I am hard to comprehend. And you, my love, loved me for it then.
There is life after abuse. There is also marriage afterwards, even if that marriage is to and with oneself. You are not alone. You deserve respect. You deserve love. You deserve a safe place to sleep at night. You deserve kind words to be said to you, not just sometimes, but every day. You deserve to shine your light rather than to hide it. You deserve to flourish, to live your dreams. You deserve community. You are not alone.
He said, "I understand your reasons for not wanting to go. All I ask is that you remember that you have not had a chance to say your good-byes. If nothing else, attending the viewing will help you accept your father's passing and give you the opportunity to express yourself as you see fit in your farewell."
You live so deeply within
my bones that I swear
I can feel you shiver
from within my spine
when it’s cold outside.
You have surrounded my heart
with so much barbed wire
that I feel tiny pinpricks in my chest
every time someone makes my heart beat fast.
By Alise Versella
We were sitting at the corner of miserable, the streetlight flickering on and off like a soon to be dying firefly
We sat cross-legged — Indian style, meditating on our raucous thoughts twisting like television chords
The old black-and-white kind with alien-tinfoil antennas
The picture in our minds was crackly-fuzzy, then turning Technicolor rainbow blocks
When you know the programming has been interrupted for a very important message
But it was just cars whizzing by with their horns blaring rude and demanding to turn down the street first
Like just by honking louder you could get there that much faster
And once you’ve gotten to said destination, what awaits you?
What did you nearly run over to rush over to?
In such a rush to get nowhere, just to another corner of another street
But perhaps the streetlights aren’t fading on that...
Throughout my life, I've often found myself feeling confused, even guilty for feeling too intently, too intimately, too sensitively. Because of my over-feeling attributes, I've often resorted to behaviors that diluted my innate, sensitive superpower...I'd cowar, become shy, inhibited and/or extremely introverted — and I'd feel bad about who I was. I didn't understand how to use this characteristic of my being so instead I'd also stress out for feeling overwhelmed by stuff that seemed easily manageable by other people.