
a long way along the road
I found love
bleeding from invisible cuts
this is where the poison lives
said love
can you help me, please?
I didn’t know what to do
for as yet
love was a stranger to me
I thought I knew some of its ways
but not deeply
not intimately
love said to me
I am not what you thought I was
I am not the being
I am born
in the becoming open
open in the birthing
open in the suffering
Β open in the pain
you have sought high and low
but until you find me
through that inner process
you will not know love
love asks everything
which is why so few people find it
its coming rests
on the tending of wounds
of both the one who hurts
and the one who cuts
and in that cutting
brings love to birth
out of the pain
I love this! It reminded me so much of Rumi’s poetry on healing being at the centre of our wounds. Thank you for sharing these beautifully written words π
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Thanks so much..what a lovely comparison…it just came to me while listening to a favourite song..i love how that happens with poetry. π
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This is so beautiful. β€
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Reblogged this on Emerging From The Dark Night and commented:
I love this poem..So Im reblogging for followers who are new to my blog..π
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I love reading through a post that will make people think.
Also, many thanks for permitting me to comment!
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My pleasure. β€
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