There are so many romantic fantasies that run through my mind. They are not sexual nor sensual but pleas to other's hearts...do I dare to write them here? Will they rest upon deaf ears or transcend mind and erode the guardians dutifully stationed at the heart gate? I wonder.
As my love wanders, it stretches outward, extending like a vine, wishing to hold up a lantern to bring people missing hope and love, kindness and reverence for life, a token, a gesture, of hearing deep into their heart. The broken experience is not forgotten but very much remedied by loving again, with many. Whether you call them friends or family, your love can grow deep again. Nurtured by the response groomed from their own wish for love.
As I continue to study the gradients of love, I come to understand this...LOVE is to be shared. Amongst many, regardless of gender, race or creed. It is to be fashioned like a salve to heal the most tender, raw wounds. Given freely, like the wind blowing across the ocean, it creates momentous waves of sensation, feelings and emotions.
Our connections with one another are our life.
I found this truth from heart ache and heart break. From loss and life. From the memory of adventures that are still so vivid in my mind. From the bonds I can reconnect with every day.
Our life is precious, our one true liberty is speaking, showing and feeling love. It's multiple qualities and gradients color our view of the world, are the seed of emotions and decorate our experiences.
Surf the waves, when they appear
Engulf yourself in the sensations
Let loose the longing and yearning to contain
Life is love. Living is loving. Loving is life.
Will you engage? Will you respond by listening for other's heart felt pleas?
~ Willow Ryan