The Stone Institute

Living in the Mystery of Love

Are all things made to be broken?

Returning to winter leaves me still.
I see images of life that warm my heart.
Why are things made to be broken?
If I show her my heart, how fragile will my soul be?
I want her to know me.
To what end does this journey hold?
One eye can see but has no depth.
Two eyes can conceive love.
One hand can feel the world,
Two hands together can touch the heart.
One body lies alone.
Two bodies join to ignite the spirit.
Words spoken in thought find no ears.
Listening to another paints my reflection.
Where does heaven begin?
Earth seems so distant.
There is no such unknown, only that which is divine order.
Dreams allow my spirit to sing.
The harmony of our union echoes love's return.
Her sensuous absence holds the pathway open to my heart.
The vacancy is filled with my eyes closed.
Silence is filled with the ripples of desire.
My heart dwells in the temples of separation.
Remembering days past revives me.
My suffering is relieved.
Why can I not stop the emotions?
Why do these vanished days secretly gather?
Why does the memory of her scent continue to visit my every breath?
Each groove of thought has traces of her touch.
I try to sift through our past.
What belongs and what doesn't?
Why has she allowed me to eat
From her tree of love and creation? Her garden has beautiful flowers.
Are they nourished by fertile soil suitable for spiritual growth?
She is a Dahlia.
To be away from her fractures our intimate union.
Somehow her presence has sprouted roots.
These strings of life have formed a mesh of nerves
Attached to my heart.
Each one fuses with my joy and pain.
I have realized the true nature of individuality.
The active love for another.
The longing of her absence keeps her spirit near.
When I return,
Will she continue to share?
Are all things truly made to be broken?
Are all things made to be broken?

Returning to winter leaves me still.
I see images of life that warm my heart.
Why are things made to be broken?
If I show her my heart, how fragile will my soul be?
I want her to know me.
To what end does this journey hold?
One eye can see but has no depth.
Two eyes can conceive love.
One hand can feel the world,
Two hands together can touch the heart.
One body lies alone.
Two bodies join to ignite the spirit.
Words spoken in thought find no ears.
Listening to another paints my reflection.
Where does heaven begin?
Earth seems so distant.
There is no such unknown, only that which is divine order.
Dreams allow my spirit to sing.
The harmony of our union echoes love's return.
Her sensuous absence holds the pathway open to my heart.
The vacancy is filled with my eyes closed.
Silence is filled with the ripples of desire.
My heart dwells in the temples of separation.
Remembering days past revives me.
My suffering is relieved.
Why can I not stop the emotions?
Why do these vanished days secretly gather?
Why does the memory of her scent continue to visit my every breath?
Each groove of thought has traces of her touch.
I try to sift through our past.
What belongs and what doesn't?
Why has she allowed me to eat
From her tree of love and creation?
Her garden has beautiful flowers.
Are they nourished by fertile soil suitable for spiritual growth?
She is a Dahlia.
To be away from her fractures our intimate union.
Somehow her presence has sprouted roots.
These strings of life have formed a mesh of nerves
Attached to my heart.
Each one fuses with my joy and pain.
I have realized the true nature of individuality.
The active love for another.
The longing of her absence keeps her spirit near.
When I return,
Will she continue to share?
Are all things truly made to be broken?
Living in the Mystery of Love

Is it magic that fills the air?
The moonlight dances on your face.
Stars parade happily in the dark sky.
I feel your heartbeat as you smile.
Your eyes make me feel warm.
I have wondered so far from home.
Winter’s breath seems so cold.
Your touch makes the hurt feel better.
All of the world seems so simple,
When you hold me in your arms.
The taste of honey fills my mind.
Maybe we could climb to the place we loved each other.
But, we haven’t met yet.
Living in the mystery of love.

Posted by Kevin Merigian at 11:19 AM
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