When Love Becomes a Verb
Who among us can say these lines to their lover....their friend? Curious how the sentient and the abstract are bifurcated when love is held as a concept....a frame of mind. Note there is too often a separation of the heart from the mind...
Yet, when love becomes a verb, when it is expressed, that dichotomy disappears. It is in the experience then that the heart and mind become one.... and, when there is no tension between the two the bonds are loosened from the heart....and we emerge....free.
Yes
Take this...hold it in your hand
Touch it to your face
It is the sunshine.
You are the diamond in black velvet...
A spray of frost across a window pane...
You give me freedom.
Freedom
Take my hand and love me...
For I will not bring you harm.
Touch me and believe yourself
For I am here.
Talk to me and be at peace...
For when we are alone
The wisdom of your presence calls
And I return.