I little piece of my heart cracked. it stings, it needs a band aid, a patch, yet it doesn’t, i hope it seals back, that the pieces will come back together, not in the way they were before, but in a better way, find the solution to the break, so it doesn’t need to crack again.
i always defined love as letting a piece of your heart outside of you, like children, pieces of your heart out in the world out of my control, and what happens to them comes back round into me. its a vulnerability you give up and hope you can weather the bumps and cracks that come with it, because you love them. so another little piece of me is out there, and its scary, terrifying even, because i don’t know whats going to happen to it, i feel the highs and lows, i swallow them and pray it doesnt fall, drop, get kicked, smashed but instead pray its held till maybe it can come back to one. the ups and downs are a jack in the box inside of me, im not the one carrying that bit of pulse, bated breath wondering what each day will bring, a high, a smile, a low, a drop, a hope.
Love is bigger than you are. You can invite love, but you cannot dictate how, when, and where love expresses itself. You can choose to surrender to love, or not, but in the end love strikes like lightening, unpredictable and irrefutable. You can even find yourself loving people you don’t like at all. Love does not come with conditions, stipulations, addendums, or codes. Like the sun, love radiates independently of our fears and desires.
Love is inherently free. It cannot be bought, sold, or traded. You cannot make someone love you, nor can you prevent it, for any amount of money. Love cannot be imprisoned nor can it be legislated.
This doesn’t mean that love allows destructive and abusive behaviors to go unchecked. Love speaks out for justice and protests when harm is being done. Love points out the consequences of hurting oneself or others. Love allows room for anger, grief, or pain to be expressed and released. But love does not threaten to withhold itself if it doesn’t get what it wants. Love does not say, directly or indirectly, “If you are a bad boy, Mommy won’t love you any more.” Love does not say, “Daddy’s little girl doesn’t do that.” Love does not say, “If you want to be loved you must be nice, or do what I want, or never love anyone else, or promise you’ll never leave me.”
Love cares what becomes of you because love knows that we are all interconnected. Love is inherently compassionate and empathic. Love knows that the “other” is also oneself. This is the true nature of love and love itself can not be manipulated or restrained. Love honors the sovereignty of each soul. Love is its own law.