Love? Love is a battlefield, but not the way you think it is… The real battles begin after we get past the dramas, betrayals and heartbreaks of petty makings and smaller minds.
There’s a machine out there that wants to destroy our souls. Love is when you remember how “God”,”Goddess”, source or whatever have you feels about you. How loved you are, encouraged and embraced. It’s when you spark it within yourself. It’s when you remind someone else. It’s when you feel it on all levels of being and you come alive. And you’re the night, and you’re the day, and you face the annihilating greyness. It’s chased away by a flicker and flight. You don’t have to move mountains because you are the mountain too and the sun that burns above it.
Love says, “I want you remember all that you are, fully. I want you to have a reunion with your dreams.” and the muse whispers so sweetly, “You muse me.”
Love? You can enter into someone’s life loving who they are with emphatic belief, as if from the heart and core of being, or you can enter someone’s life never really seeing them but with the intention to change them to fulfill your needs. One road leads to happiness, the other leads to ruin.
Maybe instead of wanting someone to be everything we deserve, we should wish for someone we love, adore and deeply believe in. So much that you only want them to be more of who they are. We’ll know what it means when someone becomes mythic in our minds but reminds us of how great we are, in our hearts.
It’s not putting the self aside, it’s loving the other as much as you love yourself. There is happiness in helping them reach and be that. When you both do it for each other you become like stars ever radiance. It’s a power when two people want each other to fulfill their own needs, to realize their own being, to reach their own potential. Like ever flowing stars in the ambrosiac night.
Love is alive. We’re just wasting too much of our love on people who aren’t really part of our lives, on faces on tv screens and empty things. Love is there when we befriend the people we want to be and find the hero within each. Love is alive when we find our meaning, and we’re the heroes. We’re the gods and goddesses. We’re the kings and queens. We’re the beggars and vagabonds. Tales sung around a fire, epics inspired. You and I.
Hold me and remind me how mighty I am. The numbing drums have taken their tolls on my sensitivity, my sentient high wire act and I forgot to feel my soles. We’re all just numbers not names in the grey cloud machine. We’re gutted and emptied, strung along to external idols. Let’s stoke a fire in each other. I can look into your eyes and I’ll hold your beauty in my heart. Emphasis will be interchangeable in the fiery kiln of empathy. Our loyalty will be to each other’s very best potential reached in life and across all planes of existence, vibrating beyond colors. Set free to adore. We’ll gaze at each other’s multi dimensional dance with the eye of awe and dizzying enamor. Send a static charge through your skin and we’ll remember how hairs feel when they stand on edge. We’ll be like warriors of a song dipping from dark to light. We’ll all be strength of the spirit, interchangeable yet undeniably unique. We’ll spark it within ourselves, we’ll find it in each other. You and I.
I asked true love, “What’s your favorite position?” and it said to me, “Side by side,”
How will you carry the grand story into the next moment of your life?