Love does not always come with roses nor with a soft music playing in the background; it is not always a festival of joy in the garden of your heart where butterflies fly free , where every flower is looking up to the sky of your emotions in complete bliss… Love Hurts! It comes with a sharp Razor, one wrong grip and it cuts you deep, do not be surprised to see yourself bleed…
Love is not common sense, love is insanity, love is wild, always plotting, tearing off our masks, uncovering the veils of our core; love is wicked, it lures us into drinking its poison in that sweet sugary candy it proposes us to savor its delicious taste and we fall into the weaved web chewing our own venom until the sweet taste fades out and we start to endure the agony of a poisoned love….
There are love stories yes, tales of hearts who loved and lived happily ever after in real life, these are the rare occurrences of a doomed materialistic world where love is losing its color and the love of possessions is a highlighted tint… we are becoming more of what we have and less of who we are… love is not presents it is presence, wake up people of the world!!! Love is an act that goes from the inside of our substance towards the outer world, it is not the outer world poured into our hearts , to replace our free spaces where love should rule , do not fill up that space with objects , it is solely reserved for love, leave that space free to welcome an unexpected guest…
Love is not always a constructive force, there is destruction into love too when love exceeds its own limitation and becomes obsessive and possessive. It turns into a monster who will try to kill anything and anyone who stands between him and his food… Love is a mad man, he walks in fire while enjoying the flames burning his skin, and he takes off his clothes not feeling ashamed of his nakedness, unaware of the existence of anyone else except for him…
Beware how you handle your love, beware when you are standing on that edge for all it takes is one wrong step and you will descend to the depths of your primitive instinctive nature; do not allow that to happen but rather ascend to the highest form of existence when you leave your physical form to roam into the ethereal form of life…Do not be afraid to dive into the ocean of your love, submerge stripped off your garments and accessories , strip yourself to your core, to your substance, dive under and deeper beneath that ocean so you can search for your lost pearl…
Be the Sinbad you only admire in books, wash off the dust of artificial life and purify yourself from the accessories you wear to put on the social masquerade show, in that ocean there is no eyes to judge nor fingers pointed at you if you reveal your true nature, untamed and free in that river of truth …Open yourself fully and entirely, turn off the noise of the materialistic world so you can let your soul ears listen to the murmurs of your deepest passion.
Remember that in order to save yourself for love’s blade , you need to treat it with care and gentle manners, if not you will bear the consequences of suffering the scars you caused to yourself, and you will no one else to blame expect for your wrong wicked ways and your misuse and abuse of love’s knife !
Always keep in mind that even in pleasure pain is present in small doses, and it is an enjoyable torment if it is the result of too much love and a pure ecstasy that it becomes almost impossible to bear by a single body who is feeling this flood of satisfaction and elation… but be aware that there is another kind of love’s agony that which makes you suffer the effect of holding the knife where it cuts straight to the bone, it is always up to you to decide on which edge you will be standing ,extreme pain or pleasure? The call is yours…
Lina Hanna Hanna.
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