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Freedom in Love

I met you long ago it must be that way for I have known your soul for some time

You were always there and always with me somehow it is true because I know you as so familiar

I have felt you, your physical presence, your mind was alive and you were speaking to me in dreams; in shadows I knew you

I never thought in all of my dreams that you would come to me in this lifetime.  You came and you’ve been here and you have left and you come back again.

In the midst of the fascination of life and its wonders, I lost something so precious to me. 

It has nothing to do with you.  It’s just that I lost bits and pieces of my whole self.  I lost my mind at a time.  I lost my heart …a piece of it a few times and then I lost a big part of my soul and it took me back to a place that I didn’t want to be but I needed to be there.

For it was in that place with all these broken particles of myself that I was sort of stuck and forced in a majestic sort of way to be able to build the shattered fragments back to a shapely figure that once was.

A figure or more forthrightly put it is but Energy that is and that yes, once a long time ago, my heart. 

For of course it cannot be but the heart that beats and pumps blood through the veins of my body and controls all the functions, sure…my brain you say…

Be it in total control, well it is but when faltered it is but the sum of all things I may or have perceived and know or knew and think or thought and feel  or once thought and do or did long ago and it all effects the body, you see.

Well, my old friend, my friend, my brain was in a muted semi form of state…surely that’s due to the fragments that were vacant for a time

However, it all is mundane.  I knew this before and I know it again.  I needed to lose a lot to be able to feel so much and to be so wealthy in my knowledge of my own self.

There is nothing easy and breezy about it yet I recall the building blocks that set this purpose in my life to remember and to talk about

It will all work out and it will all be so personal and it will work for you and if you don’t want to or you cannot talk… you may strum your guitar; least you figure the whole glory and fancy of it all then you are a step ahead and baby you are free at that moment. 

Be free so much.  Be free when you can and always to be in that state of being.  Lest it will take a lot of practice and patience but you will do so in your own time. Oh, to be so free in love for this moment and may it last for an eternity.