My life lesson over the past months, if not years, has been in understanding the concept of Love in regards to it's "true nature". I am at the completin of this portion of the lesson and this poem reflects upon the insight I have gleaned.
Love is love.
Love equally manifests of gentle disagreement, respect of one's free will, of the moments that challenge and ultimately grow the spirit, of non cohesive atmospheres where ideas bound to be shattered, and in the souls that refuse to conform to personal ideals. Love simply is what it is, when it is, as it always is and there is no explanation or sentiment or principle that can strip it bare molecules. As the thought brushes my spirit, my mind wants to analyze, but my heart insists with quiet fortitude, "Be with it." There is no need to dissect nor to analyze what I am being told.
I am also told that love is a subtle but powerful alignment that knocks the soul awake at 3.am with the realization, "Smile. You're loved and you love brilliantly."
My mind is all at once speechless, amazed and dumb founded and, I suspect, secretly curious to know more about this rising warrior that is my heart as it ascends to greater openness and amnesty toward the lifelong chatter of the more established demons. It does this just by sitting and silently observing.
This fierce and gentle warrior is my heart. I am stricken to tears. This is the completion of this portion of the lesson. Then I think, perhaps it signals the beginning of a the next lesson the Universe has to offer. I will be accepting it with an open heart of gratitude and wakefulness.
Poetry by inanna
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Written on 2009-08-25 at 04:34
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My Heart, the Fierce and Gentle Warrior
I get it. I finally get it.Love is love.
Love equally manifests of gentle disagreement, respect of one's free will, of the moments that challenge and ultimately grow the spirit, of non cohesive atmospheres where ideas bound to be shattered, and in the souls that refuse to conform to personal ideals. Love simply is what it is, when it is, as it always is and there is no explanation or sentiment or principle that can strip it bare molecules. As the thought brushes my spirit, my mind wants to analyze, but my heart insists with quiet fortitude, "Be with it." There is no need to dissect nor to analyze what I am being told.
I am also told that love is a subtle but powerful alignment that knocks the soul awake at 3.am with the realization, "Smile. You're loved and you love brilliantly."
My mind is all at once speechless, amazed and dumb founded and, I suspect, secretly curious to know more about this rising warrior that is my heart as it ascends to greater openness and amnesty toward the lifelong chatter of the more established demons. It does this just by sitting and silently observing.
This fierce and gentle warrior is my heart. I am stricken to tears. This is the completion of this portion of the lesson. Then I think, perhaps it signals the beginning of a the next lesson the Universe has to offer. I will be accepting it with an open heart of gratitude and wakefulness.
Poetry by inanna
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Written on 2009-08-25 at 04:34
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