I like to steal your breath as you stutter to whisper the word beautiful after reading.
I'm a poetic writer, an aberrational one of sorts. I don't write for the world seeking conformity to a style or some label of free expression, I permit my heart to whisper, while I serve as it stenographer and publisher. I'm honored my readers serve as its witnesses.
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In giving up the hope of reciprocity, we make our love not another of the myriad of weak streams, but a mighty Ocean :-).
Thank you for reading and commenting. Perhaps I misunderstand your comment. Without reciprocity we only serve self. If love were only about self, we would never have any need of anyone else, never desire connection in human form and never exhibit love for others to observe as a model. What value are oceans that never intermingle? Once we’ve left this realm, we will have more the love you seem to describe.
In giving up the hope of reciprocity, we make our love not another of the myriad of weak streams, but a mighty Ocean :-).
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Thank you for reading and commenting. Perhaps I misunderstand your comment. Without reciprocity we only serve self. If love were only about self, we would never have any need of anyone else, never desire connection in human form and never exhibit love for others to observe as a model. What value are oceans that never intermingle? Once we’ve left this realm, we will have more the love you seem to describe.
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Nothing wrong with reciprocity, just it’s not always the case, but that should not hinder us, like in the Muslim Hadit Qudsi :
“Neither My Earth nor My Heavens could contain Me, whilst the heart of My believing servant does contain Me…”
Or Rabia’s famous poem:
“O my Lord,
the stars glitter
and the eyes of men are closed.
Kings have locked their doors
and each lover is alone with his love.
Here, I am alone with you.”
Like your poems, keep the good work. 🙂
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