Lover, you are the knight in my day, the sunshine of the eternal dawn within, the one that makes it safe for my soul to breathe anew. You show a courage I thought long extinguished from the world, yet here you are. It is because of who you are that I feel this way, that your touch is energy and all that you are is home. I trust you even when the cold winds blow; I hold to you when sinister whispers speak ill, for I saw your soul one precious night under the stars and it lives with me still. So, for all the time there is a me, I am yours: mind, body and soul.
Whom we love, we must be prepared to protect; though I am not muslim, I love my muslim brothers and sisters in the same way I love all of humanity and I accept the responsibilities that love brings.
The rainbow is God's graffiti, drawn with random perfection into any dreary sky. It is there when the rain comes, a sort of optical joke to lift our spirits, letting us know that even on our grey days the boldest of colours can leap
The path don't care about the terrain, that's for me to deal with. The path is the path. So whatever comes I keep going. When I get knocked down I have to get up, 'cause there's no other way. I know what's out there though, I know 'cause the universe told me. It said "just walk" and so I did, I still do. It says at the other end is peace, real happiness for everyone, and I gotta keep going even if the path makes me bleed. Sometimes it has, sometimes so much I just wanna stay down and feel the cold... then I remember why I started this journey and find my feet again. It's lonely though, and I think some company would be nice if you can be brave enough. It's freedom, it's duty, it's leading and following. I can't promise comfort, but there's plenty of stuff to kindle your soul and bring the sorts of smiles you thought only belonged to the stars.
If the earth had a pulse it rose through the mountains, creating their bold silhouette. To my eye, their peaks are the green line of a doctor's graph. I saw those rocks at dawn, those slopes that give home to so much life, a foundation for trees and shrubs, grass and ferns. With blue above and below, in the sky and lake, ever lightening as the sun rose, I knew it would be a good day... I just knew.
When the pain comes my brain makes a million excused to cave in, and I only need one. My thoughts are as a brilliant rat in a very bad maze, for it's just too easy to solve. Then I'm there, at my addiction, awaiting a new fix, praying I can survive this "cure" for the never ending search for comfort.
I stepped into the shower, toes flinching as they touched the chilled ceramic floor. My mind was in shreds; I would never get that picture out of my mind. I turned the dial, old and metallic, releasing thousands of lukewarm drops, darkening my hair and trickled down my back. My eyes fell closed over and over, each time showing me the images like photographs ...
I will be patient with you. I will be kind to you. I will never grow angry with you. I will respect you, and I will listen to you. I will never forsake you. I understand that you are not perfect, and I still want to be there for you. You are important to me. I will provide for you. I will protect you. I will be there for you.
Shorter version: I love you.
What she does is nothing short of supernatural, and it comes of the focus she has. Emma almost never cries, but that is because she cries in a different way. Her tears become her actions, her problem solving. She channels her love into helping in that wonderful obsessive way of hers. If you tell her you have a problem, either in words or in body language, or a combination of the two, she'll be in a level of discomfort until she has solved it for you... even when the benefit is solely yours. That's real love, that's truth. She'd protect anyone, help anyone, because that big heart of hers hears the hearts of everyone - not the mask or self deception, but the real self... and that is who she responds to, which can confuse those who don't have a strong connection with their true selves. So when she is emotionless she is most emotional, it's when she needs help the most. Perhaps think of it as a sort of overload reaction - there is too much emotion to process and so her brain edits it out, the same way her brain edits out fear when it has no purpose. And what you'll see if you are really looking is that despite shutting off the emotions for self preservation, she's still working on saving you, helping you, loving you... in a way that is enhanced by the lack of emotions. So call it autistic, or Aspergers, whatever stupid label you care for... but if you can't see her love, you are truly blind... she is absolutely astonishing.
Let me hear that redemption song and I will be as the sweetest of jazz on spring breeze, my soul gently spreading into the natural world as such soft air does. Sing to me of the will to help your mother Earth heal, and I will have the joy I wish for you. Meditate on love, breathe love in until it is in the very core of your bones and becomes the force that informs your intentions, corrects ills and brings you to a higher resonance with the divine spirit. Redemption comes of a will to see your flaws, to make a plan for amends and see it through in joyous and autonomous sweat and toil. To each is given free will, and so each chooses their own path home. Love, cooperation, kindness, empathy... let these be your lights and may you be strong enough to see what they reveal.
Give me the space to dance and lay down your expectations of what dance is. Give me time to think and lay down your expectations of what thoughts are or should be. Give me the right to eat, to have shelter and be clothed, and lay down your expectations of what that should be. Then I am free. Then we can talk as equals and rediscover the art of cooperation. I need you. I love you. It is within me to help you. And because we are human you are the same; we mirror each other. In this freedom is born a peace, something that will stretch into as many days as the sun has left to shine upon.
The console table was heavily ornate with the most exquisite carving. It had the Chippendale look with it's cabriole legs. The claw-and-ball feet suggested that it had been American made. It's wood was the deep rich mahogany that all of the more expensive pieces were made from.