Love is not needy, it relishes the opportunity to experience itself. We are so used to "traditional" relationships that we often get caught up with trying to label connections / relations or steer them in a certain direction, instead of living them fully from the heart, in the present moment, without attachment to outcome. Love is free. Love does not fear. Love is not static. Love is ...
He's my boy, my sunshine, Sole. She is my girl, cool as the moon, Luna.
He comes to me during the day. While I work, he comes to play. His purr so loud like a little lion; his mane so soft and fur glistening gold. He is full of energy like the solar buzz. He brings light into the dark. He's creativity when I need to work. He is full of warmth and affection, looks you straight in the eyes. He is my boy.
She comes to me at night. At my belly as I switch off the light. Her ears and tale are masked, as she curls into a ball: the moon is in my bed. Her soothing purr moves through my body, like a healing sound wave. She is relaxation when I need to cool down. She is my princess that appears, then remains hidden. She is my girl.
Some people bite their tongue or do the silent treatment. I could never understand that.
There is no fear, confusion, or unease, when there is love, truth, communication, and flow. Just freedom to be, comfortably. Wouldn't you agree?
Yet, not everybody is capable of dealing with such blatant honesty. We have been so conditioned to communicate in riddles, that such vulnerability can feel challenging.
But there is strength in vulnerability. In fact, it is the greatest strength there is. Vulnerability is a source of power, always peaceful. It is like the steed of the peaceful warrior.
This blog is my writing indulgence. It is the kind of writing that emerged from me long before writing became my profession.