Love beyond borders

My spiritual path led me to find you, the One, the love of my life. I love you already even though I haven’t met you in the physical; I just know I do. It is this Knowing rather than the yearning I fell victim to all those years. And Knowing replaced the hope leading me astray. I just know: I’m at peace observing how the excitement thinking of you & the calm of feeling your thoughts with me oscillate. I love the shape of you: what I know about you, everything you do & believe in. Love is also a choice & I choose you. But, it is not only this Knowing that encouraged me to decide to love you but also, once the borders opened, I need to experience this love beyond its shape, beyond its appearance. Once I’m with you, I need to observe whether or not the scent you emanate appeals to me & whether or not our hearts beat in unison, when we embrace for the first time. Will I feel at ease when I hold you? Will my soul be home staring into your blue eyes? Knowing that I love you, choosing to love you & feeling the love is not enough to inspire growth. To love somebody demands action; it demands deeds, it demands words, it demands touch, & not just attentive thoughts. If love is an action & it requires a reaction: actio est reactio.

The servant of your temple

Like never before, I’m certain that the day we meet, our journeys end. I’ve found my Trinity: I’m happy; I’m fulfilled. And, I’m loving. I’m loving you even though I haven’t met you yet. My past doubts have been replaced by this Knowing that you are just right, just perfect for me as the English meaning of your name professes. To me, you are a reflection of everything I believe in & imagine possible. Everything I need & will ever want resides in me though; and it lies in my every thought, in my mind, my temple. This temple I created over the last seven years: from the cornerstone onwards, block by block, layer by layer & pillar by pillar. My work is done: my temple is constructed & it is unshakable; it is indestructible just like yours. We know what we want & what our lives’ calling is. As the Latin meaning of your name suggests, you are the servant of my temple. You know I’ve stepped into your life to serve you on your path & support your philosophy. As your servant, I come & visit your temple. I attend it. I worship it & leave it again, only to treasure in memory, the feelings I have being part of your world; yearning to return. Your temple is my shelter, I seek refuge in; it is the cathedral of my heart. It is the place I rest my heart in. And my temple is where I take your heart for safekeeping only.

Faith in the servant

My heart neither belongs to you nor does your heart belong to me: it is enough to know it is there & that it is part of our temples, a part of what we believe in, what we live for & the values we act by. Their throbbing pulses, amplified by our temples’ walls, are nurtured by rays of light entering our open gates & the brisk air streaming from its dormers. They feel light & at peace, not burdened by any boundaries.

My heart could grow fonder, the love too strong to leave. Yours, in turn, could shrink in size any time; its love too weak to even be noticed upon its departure. I’m aware that I only keep your open heart to nurture it, to remind myself that it beats through the stability of my temple. Its safekeeping depends on the solidity of my temple’s foundation, its protecting walls & its shielding roof. You guard my heart by not actually being there & at the very risk of my heart being captured by somebody else. You guard it by the mere thought, the trust that it will stay safe & the Faith it will remain there upon your return. Your heart stays under the premise of never being held, of me never actually seeing its physical shape.

Actio est reactio

Every beat of our echoing hearts reminds us of the action, the work we have to put in to cultivate our love: to seal the leaks in our roofs & to patch the cracks in our walls. To feel our hearts throbbing beyond our temple’s walls, the Faith of leaving it behind with open doors enables the space for us to venture out, to leave the premises our temples are built on, to scout the lay of our lands, to notice the ever-occurring changes, to react when the foundations of our temples are about to be undermined by water. Or else, to be vigilant enough to see each other coming from afar, to collect our hearts & departure with our heart in hand on another divine journey without the other. What will remain in our temples though, is the reverberation of our pulsing hearts, forever stored in the memory of our temples’ walls. Their consciousness never fades & it will be this imperishable memory that will welcome & comfort the next anxious heart in our custody.

Shakespeare says Journeys end with lovers meeting. And journeys begin with loving hearts in hands; and the Faith in finding a servant & their temple.

Sincerely yours,

Gareth William

https://my-spiritual-path.com