Sometimes I just don't know what to do with love. How to hold it or even how to look at it. I want to caress its beautiful curves and cuddle all night along its wind swept lips, but I can't seem to get close enough. It's always just beyond arms length, always just out of reach. It blows around me and I see its heavenly dance, its delicate touch kissed upon everything it graces, like dogs howling into the night filling the empty darkness. I can't seem to speak its language or read its lips, although I know it so well, I have known it for millions of years, a subtle truth from my primordial depth, but yet I fumble with simple bows of respect and acknowledgement. Like a wise old sage, I'm humbled and speak little. This love we see amongst the youth is feeble and weak as thin ice on spring ponds, it lacks foundation of commitment and genuine honor of Love itself. This modern fast food love is a new fix, a passing fad to get in and get out without folding a hand, to be seen and move on, like tourists photographing away their check lists of beautiful things in paradise. I know such whole hearted love exists, inspiring jaw dropping love, wild man mountain top love that brings two people to enlightenment. A growing, dynamic continuous changing love that leaves each person constantly falling in love with the other. So many times we except a damaging love, a false shadow side of love that's actually painful fear, and yet we except it as "real love" because we know no different. A wolf in white fluffy sheepskin. But this doesn't have to be our reality, it's possible to drop the veil from our face, and a glowing creativity will emerge between two people. But first we need to release the self destructive grip of hand-me-down conditioning. It has to start with you, with me, with us! Sometimes we tip toe around this fire, we sing songs to lure her in and cry to connect with all things. And yet it's beyond our blind attempts, for the graciousness of love has her own sword and cuts whom she pleases. So, here I am on bleeding knees, arms out-stretched ready and waiting for the sharp pierce, swift and quick, to halve my heart and cut me loose from shackled minds.
