We Live, We Love, We Learn

Our hearts are very strong, and that’s exactly what makes them equally vulnerable.

The magic, the power that holds love together is very delicate. Yet, its unusual strength appears to be of one single invisible thread.

Try not to temper with such fragile, life force energies. It causes disturbance in the heart. All it takes is one small alteration and the blessing can be gone. 

Such a fine-tuned frequency, razor sharp clarity is easily gone if one does not fully surrender. If we try to interfere with the forces beyond our understanding. It frightens me – that a tiny mind influenced modification can cause such a turmoil.

Loving can hurt.
It can get hard sometimes.
Loving can heal.
Love makes you feel alive.
We play, we giggle, we make love, we surrender to its magic.
Sometimes we stumble,
but only to learn, to rise wiser, stronger, more loving.
We see, we feel, we hear, we get to experience the whole range.
I know.
You know.

When I start to quiver,
if my voice shivers,
and I end up in tears.
Hold me closer to your heart, my heart.
I hold you & you hold me.
Never let go.
I love you.
You love me.

I love you & you love me.
You are my eternal fire, my everlasting kiss.
I am your part, as you are part of me.
The bond, the thread between is strong and deep.

It’s so easy to forget, to get lost in this world filled with mind driven activities, goals, expectations, distorted priorities, packed schedules, disturbances, jealousy, resentment, crude power, fear mongering, acidic anger, caustic sadness, chaos, and confusion. In this day and age, it often feels, as if almost everyone is so love deprived, they just want to squeeze out every ounce of you once they sniff out the irresistible life force. As soon as they get a chance. Can’t blame them. It’s what starvation does to us, human beings with gentle hearts and mighty souls.

Where do lovers stand? The rare breed, the visible, glowing few, the chosen ones soaked in love? Do they even get a chance? How long before the world rips it out of their core, like a vulture rips out the heart of the carcass… out of now empty, rotting body, left beside the busy road. Once a temple, adorned, filled with grace, love, and life, and now… different story takes place. Though, the vulture appears grateful & content. Such is the cycle of life; I suppose.

Only by being fully present, vigilant & always maintaining pure heart, we get to weave our golden thread of love, make it stronger. Ever so lovingly, never in haste, out of caution or fear, else we get all tangled up. Then, the whole affair becomes a mess, it’s no longer fun.

Love is a free spirit, the freest, most demanding of them all. It commands our full attention; it requires us to surrender. Love can never be managed or conquered; let that false thought and habit go. Stay humble, forever grateful, be present, trust entirely. When you learn to easily surrender to love, it gives you wings. You grow stronger, see clearly, you simply know, and you no longer get so easily shaken or feeling lost. May we all rise above and soar like eagles across the endless blue sky.


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