Saturday, February 10, 2018

By the fire at Fair Haven or what fire makes me think of.

I have found love to be ecstasy and despair, passionate and disappointing, firey as desire and firey enough to burn the house down.  Love is extremely restful and like digging a five-mile hole, it is sincere and it is exasperating, it is lustful and it is tame, it makes human life and it takes its toll on my life.  Love is like I’m the center of all adoration and lonely as hades, it is hot till I sweat and cold to sweet.  I have found love to my liking and not so much.  Love is wild and bridled, it is rapture and it is feet on the ground, it is gentle and explosive and it is wet powder.  Love can be my all in all and it can be 0+0 infinite.  It is addictive and it can be an addiction.  It is living and it is dying.  Love and my beloved are the cosmos and…being unable to conceive its opposite, I would imagine if it were placed in a thimble it would rattle around like a pea in a boxcar. 


It is my greatest human adventure and can only be contained in a contract with God. 


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