How does love inspire you? Click To Tweet I have loved many people, pets, and — yes — even things in my life. Many of them have been passing fancies. Others were deeply dedicated commitments that I enslaved myself to and paid the cost. Only a few have been pure loves that I hold tenderly […]
Be sure to listen to the song that this story inspired; plus, read the rest of the story: Love Is On Repeat. Murmurs Since I was a boy, I’ve been told by physicians that I have a heart murmur. The doctors tried to explain how it was a sound alongside the beat of my heart. They
My jet lagged eyes are heavy with Not knowing If they should sleep Or wake. I hold them open to Begin another day in this Distant world. It is glorious to see an Exotic land filled With its own kind of Beauty that is, indeed, Foreign to me. So I am drinking it in with
It’s enough to say I give my love away Too easily. Each time, my soft heart Breaks. I’m not that smart When it Comes down to stuff like Feelings. They do spike My pulse And set synapses On fire. Now with this Pharma Stash in my weary Brain, holding bleary (I guess) Expectations so Unspoken
As untimely as snow in Spring, Love comes and goes. Not wanting or waiting for Mortal desires, it flashes In surprising (perhaps even Strange) acts of everything: From the most endearing Coming together to a fearsome Turning away. Love does not wait to Burst open in blossoming Delight. Nor does it wane At the moment
I’ve been telling myself That I have to. And I know it is not true. Have To Builds walls and fortresses that hold in Nothing. It cannot contain anything but vacuum For it is the hardened place of boredom And obligation. So, this is not the time for Have To. No. To soften the hard
Sunday was my birthday. I could have chosen to make it special by doing something completely different from normal. So, I did and I didn’t. I started my morning off in the usual way: coffee and a morning meditation. It was normal. Which made it special. I realized that I’m doing so much of what I’ve
It’s not that love disappeared. Not even close. It’s that there has been a fresh Blossoming of that delightful Sensation and desire in me. A kind of open-heart surgery Where I am both the physician And the patient. The object of my re-bloomed love? It is both you And the me that I had drowned
