It isn’t power I seek, or fame or money
I’m not looking for more time
Or better health, or knowledge
Because each day, I find more
Within that space
Where the unknown beckons
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Once I told you I loved you
More than anyone I’d ever been capable of loving before
That my capacity for loving you
Had grown beyond the boundaries
You didn’t know existed.
Then I latched on for dear life
As if you were the only one
Capable of receiving that love
But your cup was already full
Love was not a gift
You were lacking.
So, you know what I did?
I tried to break you
In little ways, every day
So that MY love
Could heal the wounds
You never had before.
And you know what you did?
You let me
Because it was something new
Because pain and pleasure
Were both feelings to be had
Much better than feeling nothing at all.
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It’s not so much the loneliness, is it?
When we have the space
To experience awe
In the acreage of a single blade of grass
Or the surprised joy of a new leaf bud
Or the sheer ecstasy of ripening fruit
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The feeling we’re not alone
That
Makes us wonder
where the others
Of us are?
Or that profound sense
Of well-being, freedom, safety, comfort
Fearlessness
That all-encompassing, passionately tender
Eternal embrace
We try to recreate with each other
When we find nothing but love, in everything we seek
