All we need is love, and eyes to see
Today I've been thinking about relationships, romantic relationships. I took a few trips down the memory lane and met all the men that have been my romantic partners. It was a kind of "The Artist is Present" of Abramovic type of encounter. Sitting calmly, starring each and everyone in the eye once at a time, seeing them all, and recognizing the gift each man was meant to bring in my life. Recognizing where I was at that point in life and what was the gift I was meant to receive from each and everyone in that instance. Today my eyes were open to see clearly, my inner vision today was wide and clear like the May sky. How so? The pain of losses, the weight of heartaches, the salt of tears, the laughs, sweet, inspiring moments, and the many forms of passions have evaporated with the time. What stays and forever will, are the gifts left behind. Each and every person that walked on my path has brought something unique, special, and irreversible. I give back dedicated heartfelt thanks, I can see, I can see, I can see. I forgive everyone and I forgive myself. I love myself and I love everyone, fully and differently today thanks to the clear vision. Thanks to life, the most wonderful prankster.
These very interesting days of quarantine, to say the least, have gifted me with many moments of introspection, blissful solitude, growing gratitude, and also unexpected gifts, turns, and surprises.
These days I feel I've been handed a jewel in my hands, the jewel of all love, of self-love of love is all. It seems like this little precious jewel had fallen off my crown a long time ago and I'm afraid I had even forgotten I had such a gift that belonged to me. But the beauty is that there are beautiful clear visioned beings around us that have the generosity to see and hand back to us these lost gifts.
This might be a little odd, misty and somehow subtle way to talk about things like love. All I want to say is, love has many forms, has different stages, is uncalculated and the sky is not always clear when love happens. But whatever form it takes, love is always there in a story, a person near you that is meant to bring a gift to you. With time we know, we gain our vision. I wish us all cleared, weightless skies for eyes to see. And I wish us always love.
Love and Peace.
These very interesting days of quarantine, to say the least, have gifted me with many moments of introspection, blissful solitude, growing gratitude, and also unexpected gifts, turns, and surprises.
These days I feel I've been handed a jewel in my hands, the jewel of all love, of self-love of love is all. It seems like this little precious jewel had fallen off my crown a long time ago and I'm afraid I had even forgotten I had such a gift that belonged to me. But the beauty is that there are beautiful clear visioned beings around us that have the generosity to see and hand back to us these lost gifts.
This might be a little odd, misty and somehow subtle way to talk about things like love. All I want to say is, love has many forms, has different stages, is uncalculated and the sky is not always clear when love happens. But whatever form it takes, love is always there in a story, a person near you that is meant to bring a gift to you. With time we know, we gain our vision. I wish us all cleared, weightless skies for eyes to see. And I wish us always love.
Love and Peace.
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