A Love Story

Poetry on a chilly Saturday morning.

Someone I love is suffering and so I’ve been ruminating through my old poetry lately. Finding the thread between the vulnerable human condition and the spark of the divine. The weaving of the two halves, merging in the heart. ♾️ The human elemental self and the multi dimensional divine self. The body, the mind and the soul.

I think “my God, he’s got my condition inside him.” The ability to feel too much in a world that’s comfortably numb. The ability to see too much in a world that’s long been blind.

Hopefully soon, he’ll see the incredible gift he’s been given, even when the cost sometimes feels like a curse. While the intertwining of our humanity and spirit may feel bleak at times, it’s not ever a curse to be a bridge between worlds and to know the depths with such an intimacy that most will never understand. It’s a gift, a love story from the moment your soul landed in your body, till the moment you leave this earth.

It’s all love, always all love. ❤️