Love is Not a Construct
Love is not a construct, something that happens with one soul,
Love is something that is expansive and has no rules and regulations, no systems, no borders.
We are sold the need to follow a model of love, and when we don't meet this model, we suffer and suffer and suffer.
Some of us suffer all the way till our deathbed and take this suffering into the next merry-go-round of our karmic cycle.
Round and round and round we go, cycles of illusions constructed through layers of manipulation.
Maybe you can't see in this moment, but can you feel it?
Can you feel the pain that lives in your body, the suffering sounds of chatter within your mind?
A soul that is crying and begging you to cultivate the spaciousness to express itself, to love fully?
Why do you think your soul came here?
It came here to love to its fullest capacity.
Infinite capacity.
I Want to Kiss
In this moment, I will not be taking anything.
Just me, this page, a matcha latte.
I feel the energy moving in my heart space, the center of my chest. My tongue is pressed against the top of my mouth, the tip of my tongue pressed behind the back of my two front teeth.
Energy flowing in my throat, a cooling sensation that is moving upward, dripping onto my tongue, wanting to pour out. I want to kiss. I miss kissing. My favourite pastime.
A lover comes to mind.
No one to kiss in this moment.
How else can I express this love yearning to pour out? What if I never meet someone?
What would I do with this energy and love?
How can I express it and share it other than making love to a woman?
Why would I even contemplate this?
It’s not an either-or; it’s about everything.
The Earth below and the Universe above.
Meeting within the centre of my vessel.
The Leeches Beneath
They aren't the root nor the trunk,
Branches or leaves,
They are the leeches that live beneath.
They have strayed
From the collective belief.
They are not friend but foes,
They are the ones who need to go.
They don't believe in thee,
The one through whom the divine helps us see.