Love, sweet love. The loss of love is human's worst punishment. And yet it is necessary to find love that is not dependent upon apparent circumstances. The divine breaks our heart over and over again, and when it is finally broken beyond repair, love will flush all despair.
Broken so often, nothing can really phase it anymore. An open heart is an unbreakable one. Dwelling in sweet gratitude for experiencing the simple wonder that life is. Completely broken, thus completely whole is how it salutes you dear friend. As it is you are, both celebrations of this magnificence we call life. It cannot help but laugh when you say you should be different, better, more. Don't you see you are whole?
Every moment the heart sheds a small tear for yet having lived one more. Just one more. So moved, so deeply touched by it's own aliveness, it dwells in a state of melancholious awe. In you it recognizes its own unique perfection full of vast contradictions and apparent weaknesses. Touch me, it slowly whispers to life. And life responds, ever deepening, ever opening up the sweet heart.
It invites all of us to be touched. To let us cry tears of grief and tears of joy, to then realize it all was a dream. To let ourselves be broken in a thousand pieces, to then realize nothing could break. Inviting us to be us, it always is true to itself. Not being there when truthfulness is lost, it guides us back to who we are. It knows what you need before you do, because it is more you than you are.
Don’t we all long for love?
Written from love,
Pim
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