Love Or’ Mine

Dead Poets Live Prompt ‘Love’

“Love means to learn to look at yourself the way one looks at distant things, for you are only one thing among many.” — Czeslaw Milosz

For what can be loved but the lover’s quarrel amidst insecurity, writing in open spaces, books and sonnet’s, love letters to the self, because love holds a special place for those whom love themselves, it is essential, beloved.

To love another is complex, yet, our innate nature, conditioning leaves us tangled in the yarn, on the floor, waiting to ask for more, daring to not be taxing, therefore survival skills are innate and necessary.

What is love but the battles and lovers between those who leave you and those who won’t, despite your attempts at being lonely, leaving becomes an open ocean, a strange, fulsome body of water, splash it all over the face, you are contradiction.

Spirit allows the longing of love, as ancestors divide and disappear, only love is, light is predecessor of seeing through darkness, feeling your way out, light is love that guides you home, takes you home.

Beloved, can you not see the Spirit that allows all? Spirit of love is satiated with giving and receiving, yet, blank spaces are filled with the saffron of movement inside the chest cavity, soul’s essence, Spirit’s conclusions.

What a beauty to understand, love resides within, expresses inside, embraces us before we fly away, keeps us right if we just hold on through the darkness, the heart will always be ready, change from lucid to awake.

Anna Rozwadowska 2020