This is my place to gather stories and share what I've been learning. Linda's Hearth is about recalling meaning and tradition, about connecting, about remembering how to be creative in everyday life and about finding ways to live more simply. Using photos, memories and stories, maybe Linda's Hearth can become a place where we can explore patterning and change, too?
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Fav Poems n Short Stories #4
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose , or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. ...I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.