Category Archives: love

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Day Sky

Let us be like

Two falling stars in the day sky.

Let no one know of our sublime beauty

As we hold hands with God

And burn

Into a sacred existence that defies—

That surpasses

Every description of ecstasy

Hafiz (2003-01-28). The Subject Tonight Is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz (Compass) (Kindle Locations 301-304). Penguin Group. Kindle Edition.

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Florence And The Machine – Never Let Me Go Lyrics

Looking out from underneath,

Fractured moonlight on the sea

Reflections still look the same to me,

As before I went under.

And it’s peaceful in the deep,

Cathedral, where you cannot breathe,

No need to pray, no need to speak

Now I am under, Oh.

And it’s breaking over me,

A thousand miles onto the sea bed,

Found the place to rest my head.

Never let me go, never let me go.

Never let me go, never let me go.

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me,

And all this devotion was rushing out of me,

And the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me,

The arms of the ocean deliver me.

Though the pressure’s hard to take,

It’s the only way I can escape,

It seems a heavy choice to make,

But now I am under, Oh.

And it’s breaking over me,

A thousand miles down to the sea bed,

Found the place to rest my head.

Never let me go, never let me go.

Never let me go, never let me go.

[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/f/florence_and_the_machine/never_let_me_go.html ]

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me,

And all this devotion was rushing out of me,

And the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me,

The arms of the ocean deliver me.

And it’s over,

And I’m going under,

But I’m not giving up!

I’m just giving in.

Oh, slipping underneath.

Oh, so cold, but so sweet.

In the arms of the ocean, so sweet and so cold,

And all this devotion I never knew at all,

And the crashes are Heaven, for a sinner released,

And the arms of the ocean,

Deliver me.

Never let me go, never let me go.

Never let me go, never let me go.

Deliver me.

Never let me go, never let me go.

Never let me go, never let me go.

Deliver me.

Never let me go, never let me go.

Never let me go, never let me go.

Never let me go, never let me go.

Never let me go, never let me go.

And it’s over,

And I’m goin’ under,

But I’m not givin’ up!

I’m just givin’ in.

Oh, slipping underneath.

Oh, so cold, but so sweet

via Florence And The Machine – Never Let Me Go Lyrics.

via Florence And The Machine – Never Let Me Go Lyrics.

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Let no man drive asunder

Sounds brutal , doesn’t it? That phrase “drive asunder “? In fact there are many breakups and divorces that are savage painful. I am not referring to anything so mundane as physical battery here. I am saying that a true love will not break. And will not break. If it is true you have to crack and splinter the bone first. You must twist and grimace. When you have succeeded in shredding the muscle and even chipping away at the bone there will still be a miraculous stead of sinew hanging on ferociously.

Because it is simply not possible for a human to undo what God has done. And so it is never really true that lovers have broken up. They can not.

This is not mystical. You simply have to think deeply about a couple you know, who broke up brutally. And we all know such couples. It is the norm is it not?

And now O am just suggesting that we look at the situation differently. That we must pay attention to love when it is given.

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Grieving the loss

Ele’s Place |.

Ele’s Place is a healing center for grieving children, supporting families in the Lansing and Ann Arbor regions and beyond. Each week, peer support group programs help hundreds of children and teens to cope with the death or life-threatening illness of a parent, sibling or other close family member or friend.

For those left behind, there is only grieving.  There is no solace.  The only healing that takes place is just enough to keep you alive.  But make no mistake, the loss of someone you love is a death that lives inside you forever.  Forever.

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I will build a watch fire on the beach for you

I will use cadmium so that it will burn as hot in the air as it does in my heart. A spark of yellow red if seen from a ship.

I did not lose you. I found you.
I did not lose you. You are lost.
If you love me you will try to find me. But I must leave a signal. And that is all I must do.
I have come to a furious point in my life where I try to help God do my will. But God has always done my will on Gods own terms and will not accept help.
Not unlike you, mermaid.

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Love is more than that

Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
Iris Murdoch
British novelist (1919 – 1999)
It’s a good start.  But if you swallow that pill and think you’re good, it’s like swallowing one aspirin for you migraine – or two, or three.  But not enough.
Everything begins with a realization.  We know that.  It’s what you then do with that knowledge.  Granted, most people don’t even get to the starting point.  Further, it’s misdleading in that you might think too little of the fullness of the realization – you might say to me, “Kam, I fucking know that something other than myself is real.  Thanks!”  So, that’s not it.
Knowing should be feeling, and feeling in such  a way that it influences your behavior, almost, one could say, “subconsciously” (oooh! some kinda voodoo!).  No.  Not voodoo.  you have to change your behavior.  Otherwise, your realizations are diary entries, and, the diary is for YOUR therapy, not for this newly discovered  something other than oneself.
Now, you have to love that something other than oneself.  And that’s the part the quote doesn’t cover. Love is
  1. ongoing.  sustained. this does not require work, as people believe: it requires something much more mystical.  Refer to <insert hundreds of Hindu texts, Socrates, Jesus>.
  2. reciprocal. they have to love you back. (and sustain that). this is a deal-breaker. if one drops the ball, the other is just out.

So, where this all falls down is, you, the lover, simply have to have a relatively developed personality – in many other areas!  One revelation is not enough!  You, the lover, need to do all kinds of other personal work on a daily basis: self-improvement, examination of personal integrity – maybe you have managed to care for a pet!  Seriously!  Maria Montessori had as a basic principal, the care a nurturing of small animals (rabbits), because …

“The child who has felt a strong love for his surroundings and for all living creatures, who has discovered joy and enthusiasm in work, gives us reason to hope that humanity can develop in a new direction.” (Education and Peace, Maria Montessori, page 58).

 

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Dr. Maria Montessori’s Biology Curriculum – The Value of Caring For Earth and Its Creatures While Protecting the Planet with the Biology Lessons of Dr. Maria Montessori

Montessori states, “The child who has felt a strong love for his surroundings and for all living creatures, who has discovered joy and enthusiasm in work, gives us reason to hope that humanity can develop in a new direction.” (Education and Peace, Maria Montessori, page 58).

via Dr. Maria Montessori’s Biology Curriculum – The Value of Caring For Earth and Its Creatures While Protecting the Planet with the Biology Lessons of Dr. Maria Montessori.

via Dr. Maria Montessori’s Biology Curriculum – The Value of Caring For Earth and Its Creatures While Protecting the Planet with the Biology Lessons of Dr. Maria Montessori.

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They struggle in the Throes of Death, the Little Ones

reposing this one – it’s appropriate now.  it’s not about killing children.  it’s about killing true love, which is the same to me as killing children

 

They struggle in the throes of death, the little ones.

The little ones we kill.

They thrash through the night – wild monologues escape their frothy lips

or sometimes we engage, and they become dialogues.

Some passages of lucidity. Sometimes they reach some truth within themselves.

Had they only found it some other time – not now, in the early hours of the dawn of their own demise

–Because life and its lessons my not be relevant to death

– as now, here, truth  gives their voice such a timbre of solitude, amidst the surrounding silence.

They call and plead. That is painful for me. It is. I am not completely heartless,

though a true killer of love.

Some times they recognize me, their euthanist, in the hollow chambers that darkness creates, darker, I sit, silhouette,

And shout their scorn at me

but I am made of paper, it seems.

The pulse subsides with the sunrise – down to a trickle, and single text: “I love you.”

And then all is quiet again.

Just like it was.

Just the way we like it.