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FREE TO LOVE





Here is the rub, here is the paradox; that is, to love

With the most freedom and that is this: to let each

Other go, for holding and keeping comes too easy.



Sometime to love means to be alone as the artist in

The creation of his work needs that gestation; for

Women this means to gather the beauty within them.



Inconspicuously, we gather our self up as one would

Gather up and fold a flag on any dull and ordinary

Workday.  It is this quietude that love gathers momentum.



Long term work even with overtime remains undone and

This is both the labour of love and the need for love to ever

Be a work-in-process.  Love and labour is the work we do.



We all raise our blood to an extended work and sometimes

We can neither hold our love nor our work to the level we

Would like but this is the mystery of individuation and unity.





Elegiacally,  love is never finished not should a requiem ever

Be given; for, in the extended work it transcends both this life

And the grave and for this we can all understand Withering Heights.



For in such a love, the terror of the separation of love does not apply.

How can death tear what went on before as if our love only existed

In a portion of eternity and that we did not know eternal natures.



Now, therefore, wander freely as a child as if no harm could come

To you knowing that love primordial exists without harness nor

Restraint and that love given freely never measures nor gauges cost.