I Need A Lover And A Friend

My Dear Beloved,

Good morning my Love.  How I wish I was seated at your right hand enjoying the first meal of the day together.  Fresh from a restful night spent in your safe arms and gaining strength to face the new day.  I have such a deep longing to reach out and put my hand over yours, to let you know I am by your side; always and forever.

I Love You. I Love You. I Love You.

I need a lover and a friend
All friendships you transcend
And impotent I remain

You are Noah and the Ark
You are the light and the dark
Behind the veil I remain

You are passion and are rage
You are the bird and the cage
Lost in flight I remain

You are the wine and the cup
You are the ocean and the drop
While afloat I remain

I said, “O Soul of the world
My desperation has taken hold!”
“I am thy essence,” without scold,
“Value me much more than gold.”

You are the bait and the trap
You are the path and the map
While in search I remain

You are poison and the sweet
You are defeated and defeat
Sword in hand I remain

You are the wood and the saw
You are cooked, and are raw
While in a pot I remain

You are sunshine and the fog
You are water and the jug
While thirsty I remain

Sweet fragrance of Shams is
The joy and pride of Tabriz
Perfume trader I remain.

Rumi

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Breakfast With Thomas Moore

My Dear Beloved,

Good morning my Love, my Light, my Life.

Let us share the beautiful words of Thomas Moore for breakfast.

I Love You, always and forever!

Believe me if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away!
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
Oh the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets
The same look which she turned when he rose!

~ Thomas Moore

Untitled, of course….

Shouldn’t the title portion of a post being created be at the bottom. Most of the time the encapsulation of a creation is only realized through the effects and experiences of the journey of co-creation, right?

A useless but useful observation, don’t you think my Love? or the product of a 02:45am in the morning mind. I Love You though, with a 24/7/365 kind of mind.

I remember pretty well the moment of relief in my heart the first moments we met; like coming home again.

Then a memory of the candle lit moments of a beautiful night (barring the snoring…apologies, too many puffs and too little water), the silhouette of your cheeks gently being caressed by your hair, the flow of your ear defining an emotion caught between the breathless and the breath. I remember in that moment, so clearly, that the scent of you will always be my inspiration to come home someday.

That feeling of watching you sleep, just holding you, just being is the most vivid intoxication of clarity that filled my soul.

Something happened that was different, a change, a shift, a sense of being filled with a purpose i cannot put words to.

Left lingering in this silence i choose to be close to you. It almost feels like the very make up of my physical body is being pushed by my spirit, wanting to fly, arms outstretched reaching for something i cannot quite see, but can feel.

It almost feels like the shuddering of the earth as you stand near the train tracks and all of a sudden you feel the velocity of a bullet train thunder past in a flash. You know, you felt it, it almost ripped your soul out of your body kinda experince that you didn’t see it coming

That undeniable feeling in my soul that i cannot quite quantify or express but feel with a raging hurricane within my being, within my heart; slowly being edged on by my every breath.

The silhouette of you is etched into the deepest, most granular part of my soul, intertwined in my very existence, your colours splashing vividly on my pallett.

I Love You beyond the very meaning and understanding of Love.

I pray that i may create a vision out of this feeling.

A vision filled with……

Good Morning

My Dear Beloved,

As the sun heralds in a new dawn, a new day, a new beginning; let us breathe in this new life and bask in the brilliance that is the reflection of our Love.  A Love born anew, an eternal beating in our hearts.  I am with you today, as I am in every moment; breathing in your breath.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

~

RUMI

I Love You … yours forever