Living Beyond Limits
I hate breaking my habits.I hate eing dependant.I hate being angry.I hate being insane.I hate losing my values.I hate losing respect for myself.I hate losing my controls.I hate seing my happiness in another person,I hate not accepting the other personAs they are.I hate living in dread of losing the one I love.I hate to want my love dead.But everything I hate is nothing but me.A mirror always shows what lies in front.I thank love for showing me myself.
- Bharat Thakur
Love is a prayer. Like Rumi of old we can yearn for God or yearn for a lover. Love can be expressed both communally and most intimately. Love can give to all and most privately dissolve two souls as one.
Perhaps it is because love is the art of finding – and cherishing – yourself.
“I falter before the task of finding the language which might adequately express the incalculable paradoxes of love” wrote Carl Jung “I have again and again faced the mystery of love, and have never been able to explain what it is.” Knowing what love is seems almost impossible. Is love a biological trick? A divine [...]
You’ve got nice knees.
Your black shoes shine like taxis.
You are the opposite of
all farting and foulness.
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