Autumn 2014

45.

Transparent Points if Nothing Else

 

I talk and talk and there is no end to it tonight. 'I am going to wreck your head, my darling' so I say. You stare at me, all made of patience, smiley 'If that is who you are, well, I go for it!' I am amazed by the amount of Love you have, amount you give I barely hold. I put my head against your chest and want to weep from all I feel right now. Because right now I have it all, and that all feels heavy and has attachments wrapped around, which never were my friends, just so you know... So the same question today I raise again- 'Without attachments, can we love?'

'Does the attachment equal commitment?'- would be another one.

 

'What is Love' is the most popular question people ask Google, did you know that? I am one of those people apparently too :)


He who binds himself to a joy

Does the winged life destroy

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity's sunrise.

(William Blake, Eternity)

 

Marga, 2010

Marga, 2010

by Brigita Stasun