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Denial and rejections of Love are but feeble attempts of self flagellation. The Presence of Love can no more be denied to the Soul than breath be denied to the lungs for both are life sustaining and necessary conditions. As such, both breath and Love are provided freely unto us by God.  If we should find ourselves without adequate measures of either we should bring to question why we are not allowing ourselves to partake in their vital sustenance.

Maybe it is with Love that we wait for something tangible to be seen to prove its existence unto us? During most conditions Love, as true also with breath, goes unseen and unappreciated by the naked eye. Yet during some conditions, such as the colder environments of our lives, breath is easily viewable streaming ever so fluidly and gently across our lips as if they were caressed by it. So too, is it not with Love?

Love is the warmth that envelops us and permeates our very Soul when we have ceased  our furies and battles and been stilled to find ourselves having become a frigid brittle shell for the lack of It. Deny us Love does not, as oft we have with It, for Love is not vengeful nor does it seek to elude or delude Its True Nature.

Love knows the Truth of what it Is and always seeks union with, Its Self, that which is ever residing in stillness deep within our human forms.

10/20/2022 11:08 AM~ Morning thoughts stirred by doing life Things

S. Brodbeck

Into the Mystic

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When I awaken and go

I shall carry you with me

much as once you carried me forth

to Here

as I remained within my slumbers.

When I awaken and go

I shall seal

our Fare-Thee-Wells

upon this Haven

once permissive

of our unified

Rests and Risings

however fleeting

I recall them to be.

When I awaken and go

I shall carry you with me

course set in tandem

with ascendant Sun

wasting naught of my Freedom gained

a much desired treasure

worthy of savor.

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He denies me Beauty

Despising me for my Love of It

yet but a twisted whimper of wrath

is his claim upon a fame.

Should thou peer keenly

upon the wrinkle set over brow

what once was mistook

for mark of great thought

shall prove to be naught

but crevasse of envy

pressed ever more deeply

‘neath beguiled weight

of self-doubts.

Why then should I

invite upon mine own mind

the burdens of thee

whom would seek to shackle me

within fortress walls

bereft of Life?

For is it not true

that your denial of a Thing

can no more cease the existence

of that Thing

than it can prevent

my Love upon It?

I will not fret you further

in these matters and Ways

yet will choose to full Heartedly Embrace

all of my Greatest and Truest Loves

wasting not yet another moment

indeed many sunrises of moments

in a denial of That which is found

pleasurable unto Mine Very Soul

so that you might find a small

indeed dismally small comfort

through your banal denials

of Beauty and Love

so that one’s self

finds preservation within

a misery of righteous Wrongs.

© Sharon Brodbeck  10.15.2022

Into The Mystic

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