Deciding to, even though it was already decided for you, open up yourself fully to loving another human being with all you’ve got, is a wondrous and mysterious endeavor.
Exposing your elements to all the possible different combinations of what is to come.
You couldn’t possibly imagine what you will learn about yourself, and what you are capable of.
This is a poem for the sake of love, for the sake of saying yes and taking a risk into the beautiful unknown.
You will find that love goes beyond anything you thought it was, and will extend you to places you had no idea existed.
You will find you are worthy of love, love of oneself, love from another, and to love another.
An unspeakable endlessness of abundance of goodness flows, and is kept with you during moments of despair.
I am not a poet, if I could find the words to describe the gratitude that I’ve experienced, we will find ourselves in utopia.
The gifts that you can’t touch are measured in a currency that has no definition or central bank, it simply is and feeds your soul with life again and again.
Your abilities are unmatched by anything you knew of previously, the possibilities are endless in what you can achieve, with love.
The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret to outward success.
Henry Ward Beecher
If love should find me worthy
Should you find me worthy of love
Love is my Mecca, my Ka’bah
Love, may the flowerbed of my actions
drink generously of your waters.
Truth, may the house of my soul
be unlocked by your key.
Beauty, may the light of your moon
illuminate the darkness of the unknown.
Mystery, may I be more than a plaything to your mistress
May she find me worthy of her secret shores
May love lead me gently out this labyrinth of mirrors
and half-lies into the obliteration and annihilation of truth
he doesn’t give a fuck about any of it at all. only himself.