Love – The Catalyst

Love- The Catalyst

Inscrutable ocean fathoms deep
Events past manifesting in sleep
Gliding on skin in knots opaque
Leaving perplexities in their wake

Impressions on waters of my depths
Footprints on sands of time by sages
Pug marks in my untamed pathways
Sink into frozen seas’ stilled passages

Alternating between flow and floes
Awaiting love thaw to chisel bulldoze
Releasing traumas, skeletal repressions
Suspended, relegated to nether regions

Dead emotionally, animation suspended
Feelings unfelt, hurts invited to be tested
To draw blood, pain of feeling, a true gain
Waiting forever, frozen uncured yet again

Gales fashioned into hurricane  emotions
To diffuse pressures within by love notions 
Hastening thaws of the frozen seas lurking
Engaging in molten fiery passions jolting 

Love sweet love is the ultimate therapy
A kindred spirit, a doppelganger to atrophy
To amputate the horrors lurking in recesses
Like frozen seas in mind’s icy trenches

Embrace love, spurn it not when it knocks
Second dibs may come your way or maybe not
Luck whimsical, has neither rhyme nor reason
Love is a celebration of life and God’s creation

dynamite of passion
thaws inner core frozen
 igniting a steady flame
of LOVE Healing LOVE 

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True love is  knowing a person’s faults,
and loving them even more for them.
Mandy Hampton

 

But true love is a durable fire in the mind ever burning;
 Never sick, never old, never dead; from itself never turning.
Sir Walter Raleigh

 

Sometimes love is just a lot of heartache, but when you find a person
who loves you for you then you are in true love and it will last forever….
Adrienne Baisden

 

True love doesn’t happen right away; it’s an ever-growing process.
 It develops after you’ve gone through many ups and downs,
when you’ve suffered together, cried together, laughed together.
Ricardo Montalban Mexican, Actor

 

In true love the smallest distance is too great,
 and the greatest distance can be bridged.
Hans Nouwens

 

No matter how hard it is, true love is also the result of an accident in the
dream of our life, and that accident is an event that happens in our soul.
This event can be in another transcendental reality a volcano, a butterfly,
a mountain or any other possible image we cannot even imagine.
Sorin Cerin philosopher

Kafka describes writing as “taking an axe to the frozen seas within”…
Instead of word “writing” I have substituted  Love)

 

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