Being Loved

I love you. Well, what does it mean? I’ve heard it so many times, it means nothing to me. I’m sure you did as well. So why would you believe me?

Well your bladder is divine. Your lazy eye is magical. Your veins are made of God. I’d like to kiss your liver. And hug your heart. Your bones are made of light. Everything in you is pulsating. Everything in you is love. Every nail is precious. Every finger is priceless. Each piece of hair is wondrous. The pores on your face are darling and the scars are too. I cherish your lungs, cos they so lovingly keep you alive. I worship your heart, working so hard to make you shine.

Leave your mind behind. Leave the hurt outside. It’s just your soul, and your heartbeat. Know the beauty of your being. This is you. You are life itself. You are loved.

I believe the cure to depression, and all sorts of insecurities is knowing, being completely certain, convinced, that you are loved. I mean really KNOWING it. And I mean really LOVED. Not idolized, not admired, not adored. LOVED.

That love has to come from within yourself. Because you are everyone, and everything.

I believe that’s not the case with most people. And I believe sometimes a person needs a little push towards self love. Someone to show them just how loved they can be. Just how loved they ARE. 

The earthly game of love

Here on earth, if you are firmly on the ground, you know that there are ground rules - in any game, as any situation is one. But, this especially applies to the game of ‘’love’’.

In this game, the contestants are pulled by the strings of Ego. And fooled by the illusion of Emotion.

If contestant A is already in love with contestant B, the latter will be inexplicably repelled and will pull out of the game.

The reason is such:

Contestant A is, in this situation, deprived of the ability to shine by itself. It is completely outshined by the love for contestant B.

A conversation with my mother.

Every once in a while my mother asks about my love life.

‘’Why can’t you be with one of these nice men?’’

They’re not from my same star.

‘’That ex really messed you up, didn’t he’’

No, mother. He helped me discover the stars.

‘’It was the other one, I knew he wasn’t good for you!’’

He merely showed me the distance between stars. I’m thankful for it.

‘’Why can’t you get closer to one, see how it goes?’’

I can’t leave my star. My star is what I’m made of.

‘’So then, is there anyone in sight??’’

There is. He respects my mind.

‘’What’s the problem then??’’

I think he’s from a neighbor star.

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Poetria

Words slip off me like shirts

Lonely into emptiness they go

Leaving me chained to the ground

Naked

Feelings work their way outdoors

Freedom tastes nice for a moment

Until new ones fill up my gut again

In vain.

Pointless expressions smirk back at me

Floating aimlessly.

Poem for Linda

Today the sun is crying
Today the clouds are blue
Today the sky is hiding
And all of this for you.

Tonight the stars will disappear
Tonight the moon will shake in fear
Tonight the sea is evaporating
Tonight it's destiny that I'm hating.

The grass will never be the same green
My soul is as empty as it's ever been
This poem only to you I send
With all my love, my sweetest friend.




I wrote this on August 7, 2004 - the day my dog died.