Love it is not exclusive it is infinite and I choose to love infinitely without seeking that you must love me back I travel to meet you in my mind’s eye, I am in spirit We tread the grass with the souls of our feet, beneath us the ground is white and crunchy cold with the morning mist lifting and the sun is just breaking. It feels good and I breathe in the smoke from the fire and the pungent sea air. The smoke of the fire lazily curls and unfolds, floating sparks and embers into the air. Standing close to embers I am a little nervous of getting burnt. White robed, you are concentrated on the sea to the side of us. Crashing and foaming the water spits over the rocks below. The gulls scream and one lands near us on rock nearby, their head tilted in comical curiosity and you turn and pull a mock cocking of your head towards me. You draw me in with a concentration of your grey slate eyes and this time I won’t look away but it is your turn to look awkward We are high up, and you grab my hands and at first we dance slowly but gradually we laugh as I stumble a bit and catch my foot on an ember. I yelp out in pain, we both giggle helpless. Then you tighten your grip and spin me clockwise, our laughter rises and I hear her laugh back the wind. Her song begins to break through and I think you hear her too “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” ― Rumi youtube/watch?v=XXeY74ttezU
Posted on: Sun, 01 Sep 2013 13:34:32 +0000
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