Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.






Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.





Tuesday, May 10, 2011

What Love!

What is love? Real love that sets the heart afire, that sets the soul at ease?
True love, is the total and complete submission of one's heart to the beloved.
Boundaries softened, guards at bay.  Open to the possibility of.
And in sync, it is done the same in reciprocity.

When you feel like throttling them upon foul words and mistaken statements, there is a moment made up of small, quiet adjustments to the heart that allows it to keep beating wildly upon the entry of one's beloved into the room.  In love, your heart remembers clearly.

Even as your blood boils with boredom, your feet start facing south...
the heart will open up and you'll know that real love allows one to reap the bounty of those wonderful things that make sense, the moments of sheer joy and perfection that make our eyes smolder and glaze.

Yet the sheer humility of love reminds us to embrace all parts, even the moments that drive us to madness.
For when we are about to close up shop and head south, that it all goes together in one fumbling mess of ecstasy.

©6/19/10 by Danya Mosgofian

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