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Where does one go?
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Where does one go? |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Where does one go when love turns away but into a cavern dark dingy and grey where the underworld lives in gay abandon and laughs at the turmoil raging within. The echo resounds in midnight avowals to find an outlet for deep seated heartache and left/right the eyes survey the scene like a prisoner seeking an escape route. There, over there, a gap in the rocks chiselled just so to let the light in but small, too small, to allow free passage for one inflated by desperation. Hands claw at that fixed and immovable block with blood running free as if to assist because no one goes into a cavern prepared with the tools necessary to widen the gap. A bend and a rise disturbs the spiders and they congregate as if to attack until only withdrawal the way to survive for one so trapped in a dark dingy place. Lo behold withdrawal suffers the plight of one forced to be when it rather would not and a smile steps in as a protective measure while life manifests what is meant to be. To smile, they say, chases spiders away but the hands only heal as time allows and I guess it will be when finally death reclaims and buries a desperate need. She dies, you know, that one in a cave day by day slowly and agonizingly but she smiles the smile of the pretender because time, the teacher, has shown her the way out of a cavern dark dingy and grey. But see her there like a know-it-all queen unable, unwilling, to let wrong become right and so she weaves most diligently her very own web that traps within the undeniable truth of love! Helen / 6 September 2008 |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Yes, my friend, it is undeniable. The lesson set of hopelessly loving is the obverse of being hopelessly loved; the soul cannot move on to higher ranges of love until those lessons are fully learned and all threads burned clean. For most, this takes several lifetimes.  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Oh, wow, Charley! Now I'm smiling because I reckon I can be pretty certain then that I'm not coming back. I also reckon then that "my soul" knew a thing or two to enable the movement into the "hopelessly loving" scenario. I celebrate her, you know, sometimes but then sometimes I don't but the not coming back is enough reason to keep the glass raised! Thank you! Hugs Helen |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This was interesting, really, and I enjoyed also Charly's comment and yours ... Who knows how many times we come back? Anyhow, unconditional love is very hard to learn, but indeed rewarding when - sometimes - we succeed. There is such joy in loving. But then we always hope that we shall have someone out there loving us in the same way ... The soul is free and well you do, dear Helen, to celebrate her. Love and hugs. Margherita  "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Excellent write Helen, you are writing with so much power and emotion. Love, Eric |
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