I’m still writing about my former lovers and honestly, I feel like I need to do this before I move on.
Sometimes it feels like I’m writing about everything and nothing at the same time.
Even writers find themselves at loss for words to express the deepest human emotions.
I read over the collection of prose and poetry that I have created over this past year.
I search for meaning and solace and refuge.
I search for the Holy miracle.
I reflect back on some of my poetry “ love arrives with no revisions perfect when it arrives” I wonder if there is truth in this?
Perhaps the spiritual love, that my heart yearns for no longer exists.
Perhaps our self-love and connection with the world is the spiritual path to love and loving.
I do not fear love I fear the fall!
I no longer want or desire to fall in love for in doing so one falls out just as fast.
I fear misguided love, the charisma and charm that lures you in.
I fear lust.
I fear a fire that burns out fast.
I yearn for a higher love
One that sees the light within and a true heart calling.
Love that is vulnerable and real.
I realize I want a different kind of love because I have experienced such love if only for a short while.
This is quite the reality check and grounding.
Soul Swimming
I first swam in your eyes a dark and languid pool that let me glimpse into your heart.
“Come swimming,” you said I hesitated and slowly surrendered.
My heart opened.
Lost in your eyes
I inhaled
The breath of your Soul
Like a wind and fire that filled, restored and lifted me higher.
A wind of peace
An acknowledgment of two souls yearning amd traveling the path of love to a spiritual home.
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