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People say I love to suffer, And…I suffer from Love, but is it greater to suffer from lost love or lack there of….and if love is lost, was it ever love, and is love lost? or is love just found? or profound? does it let you fly? or keep you on the ground? is it a silent sound that can be heard all around? or does it… fall on the deaf ears of those who fear to fully let go?
I read this awe-inspiring, genuinely beautiful post a few months back, only to read it again today and realize how amazing it is to have a father figure who not only respects all women but is also a true inspiration. Robert, one of my most treasured readers, thank you for this..thank you for being you!
I love my little girl. I still call her “Little Girl.” She’s now 14, as tall as her mother, and full of aspirations, new feelings, and visions of a coming future.
I remember when I first learned that my wife was pregnant. I was stunned, scared, and in denial. I could think of no way that this would work. I was selfish, and still very much a boy (no matter what my biological age was then). Never having had a father figure of any kind, I just couldn’t conceive that I could manage. I was worried. I didn’t know what to do.
The only experience I had with fathering was being the stepfather to my wife’s son. He turned out to be a fine young man (that’s for another post), despite my attempts at fathering.
I remember when I learned that this new baby was going to be a girl. I can…
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wandering with the eye of certainty
tasting sacredness and evolving into nothingness
I keep falling in love with everything I see
should I mock you
or weep with you
such an innocent little fool you are!
in the whirlwinds of storm,
you withstood the freezing cold
in the heat of blazing fire,
you got pricked by thorns
knowing well whats coming next
you still teeter along!
with this tenderness, this strength
fearlessness and this craziness
I give you reasons
but you throw them away
I try to sit you down
but you want to break into dance and sway
ah what was whispered to you
that you’ve grown these wings
which nectar once quenched your thirst
that you run around looking for sweetness
what image do you behold
whose beauty makes you wild in ecstasy
only if someday I could trick you
into believing me
only if one day, I could show you the difference
between the black and gold
the pieces and the whole
if that day comes
would you still bother to keep beating?
would you still care to keep loving?