I Left Firewood
In my poems, I let eloquence have its say,
and wisdom too and mirth,
for they can be needed companions
as you navigate this dimension and others
Wherever you have dreamed of going,
I have camped there,
and left firewood in anticipation
of your arrival
Try this someday: When you are packing or moving
any simple object around
imagine your Beloved’s hand
as your own.
And then it might become it,
if just for a second
but a wondrous, true moment
like that
would be enough
for the integration to begin -
the melding of you and light.
One of Pablo Neruda's most popular love sonnets reads: “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Sometimes I think true love is wanting someone to always be there with you, regardless of what you're doing, regardless if there's anything planned. Notice how Hafiz says a "simple object", which is often how love itself is realized - the day-to-day happenings just seem richer by being together. Sometimes, that's how love continues too, you're together again "just for a second", when your mind is lost on a long drive, during the tail end of your dream right before an alarm interrupts, or glancing through rainfall obscuring a windowpane.
"I think if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts." - Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenia
Tell Her About It, (1983) Billy Joel
Everything about this blog entry.. every small inclusion.. from the firewood to the Tolstoy quote (which was new to me) to the Neruda sonnet to billy Joel is perfect
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