“I am grateful to have been loved and to be loved now and to be able to love, because that liberates. Love liberates. It doesn’t just hold—that’s ego. Love liberates. It doesn’t bind.” ~ Maya Angelou

I do not want to bind you.

I do not want to suffocate you.

I want to set you free.

I want you to know what it feels like to not have an agenda silently placed around you, constricting you. I do not seek to capture you, because all of the most beautiful things are wild, organic, unhindered.

You can not capture the terrible beauty of a thunderstorm, and in the same way I do not want to freeze frame you in a still moment. Rather I would watch you echo out, unencumbered, into life.

I want to watch the joy of a success fought for, earned and realized, bloom through your being. I want to sit back and rest in the perfect awareness that you are having a human experience. That you are discovering yourself on those luminous inner planes. I want your discoveries to be victories that you share, not only with me, but with the world.

I want to love you in such a way that you are free to set out in search of all the hidden places of yourself, even when I don’t understand them. I want that love to be a gentle breeze that begets freedom. I want to choose you, because I believe in your life.

I want us to dance, but not for us to become one. You and I, as close as we may grow, are two separate islands. And I want the fire and smoke that we use to communicate over the ocean of Being to be sacred, whole and holy.

And when the darkness comes raging, raging, raging against you—know that you have a shelter, that there has been a fire kept for you in the recesses of my chest. There you may take care and lick your wounds.

While you have been free to live and explore, I have been granted the same grace. And while we have been learning, growing and hurting, we have also been building a home for all that is sacred in our lives.

Because we have loved each other freely and fiercely, we have kept each other sacred.

Because we have kept one another sacred, we have built a home that is bound by God, and her grace weathers any storm that the shadows of life may cast over us.

 

Relephant read:

A Note to My Future Love.

Author: Jacob Crisp

Editor: Nicole Cameron

Image: Ben Kerckx/Pixabay