I always felt the strangest sense that love has always live inside of me as a tiny seedling already in bloom. Growing and flourishing needed something more than depending on a mysterious myth of fractured, fractioned conditions of love. There ought to be more to purpose than that! So I began to nurture that knowing with optimism until I felt ready and able to nourish and rekindle it by letting it know that I am ready to love like I once knew up-close and in my heart love
Pretending that the pain of a heavy heart did not hurt or rip the soul's rapture made each throb of the heart's quiet pulsation emotionally exhausting. Each time this happened a legion of lesions created an indelible memory noted and stored to previous crusty wounds and this only made the heart more sensitive until even the mildest most gentle ouch made the soul squirm
It took the past to prepare the present for the future which is unfolding now and love is all that can bloom and flourish with such abundance. Memories pave the way to and from the wilderness search of love. A heart bruised and screwed by a mangled mind tried fleeing hurly-burly helter-skelter life and that too caused the soul to swirl in a stupor and even as soul continues to celebrate love, the most tender hurt of the heart is still a hard blow to the most gentle spirit.
I realize now that just because heart is smart doesn’t make it unfeeling to the residual wounded facts of life and love. Come to think of it, without really thinking- that’s a big change- I sense there are times when I felt God was digging too deep. Sometimes digging that deep is necessary- unbearable and indispensable- an alertness that makes emotional anaesthesia a no-no when the blister of bliss and bliss of blisters tango with willingness and ignorance.
Presupposing this as destined reality made me contemplate my options. If life could not give clear and concise instructions then it had better get it straight- leave me alone
That settled my end of the deal. Of course that made God rise from the depth too: 'yah! Leave me out and see how far the dreaded distance in the dark can take you'
Pretending that the pain of a heavy heart did not hurt or rip the soul's rapture made each throb of the heart's quiet pulsation emotionally exhausting. Each time this happened a legion of lesions created an indelible memory noted and stored to previous crusty wounds and this only made the heart more sensitive until even the mildest most gentle ouch made the soul squirm
It took the past to prepare the present for the future which is unfolding now and love is all that can bloom and flourish with such abundance. Memories pave the way to and from the wilderness search of love. A heart bruised and screwed by a mangled mind tried fleeing hurly-burly helter-skelter life and that too caused the soul to swirl in a stupor and even as soul continues to celebrate love, the most tender hurt of the heart is still a hard blow to the most gentle spirit.
I realize now that just because heart is smart doesn’t make it unfeeling to the residual wounded facts of life and love. Come to think of it, without really thinking- that’s a big change- I sense there are times when I felt God was digging too deep. Sometimes digging that deep is necessary- unbearable and indispensable- an alertness that makes emotional anaesthesia a no-no when the blister of bliss and bliss of blisters tango with willingness and ignorance.
Presupposing this as destined reality made me contemplate my options. If life could not give clear and concise instructions then it had better get it straight- leave me alone
That settled my end of the deal. Of course that made God rise from the depth too: 'yah! Leave me out and see how far the dreaded distance in the dark can take you'
Like an excited three-year old who discovered the freedom of feet, I embarked on my first challenge from life and of love with adult steps to personal development. Never did I expect life would dish me such servings of deep-hole darkness. I was as obstinate as Life was serious and that made a perfect platform for experiencing the resilience of love- though at that time it was not as easy to understand what the heck God was doing. It turns out that all that time I was helping life to help me and life agreed to help me so I can help life out
Giant potholes are now teeny weenie dots in the distant memory of mystery.
Talk about all things can work for good
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