Can we talk about LOVE?

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    Aug 20, 2008 9:29 PM GMT
    [Corinthians II:13]

    Although I speak in tongues
    Of men and angels
    I'm just sounding brass
    And tinkling cymbals without love-

    Love suffers long-
    Love is kind!-
    Enduring all things-
    Love has no evil in mind

    If I had the gift of prophecy-
    And all the knowledge-
    And the faith to move the mountains
    Even if I understood all of the mysteries-
    If I didn't have love
    I'd be nothing

    Love-never looks for love-
    Love's not puffed up-
    Or envious-
    Or touchy-
    Because it rejoices in the truth
    Not in iniquity
    Love sees like a child sees

    As a child I spoke as a child-
    I thought and I understood as a child-
    But when I became a woman-
    I put away childish things
    And began to see through a glass darkly

    Where, as a child, I saw it face to face
    Now, I only know it in part
    Fractions in me
    Of faith and hope and love
    And of these great three
    Love's the greatest beauty
    Love
    Love
    Love

    Love by Joni Mitchell

    Any thoughts about love are welcome. (not just the song)

    Terry
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    Aug 20, 2008 9:55 PM GMT
    Let me get this started.

    I love my husband (he isn't officially my husband yet, but I think of him that way). Michael is the unexpected, he is the love I never imagined possible. He suffers me endlessly (which makes him a saint) and endures my quest for WHAT? I don't know. But, there he is next to me.

    It isn't enough! I need physical love too (not something we share) and so I roam and look for that. The freedom to roam just reminds me that I already have more than anyone has a right to. My grace is infinite.

    But, grace is not cock just as instinct is not civilization. It does happen (once in a blue moon) that I get drilled like a North Sea oil well, and that is GOOD. I love that too, because it is never what I expect. I expect bland.

    I have a friend. She is a real friend. We are extremely similar, separated by a gulf of years. My friend yearns and I long to fulfill her. I want to take her in my arms and love her (which I reckon she needs as badly as I do - physical love). I want to protect her, and destroy those who would use her and take from her table.

    There is only one of you here on this site who really knows how much I do love this special person. She completes me too.

    And so there we are. Two men in love, the best love possible. That loves exists in parallel to another, needing to express something primal and untouchable, beyond controlling (suppressed at risk). I am that too. And then there is the third dimension to my love, a woman who is more than a friend, much, much, more.

    Moving through dimensions (horizontally and not in any hierarchy, if that makes sense). I experience intense passionate love for my friends. Some of those friends may be you (people I largely don't know, but with whom I have connected across a great void - maybe my own void). These people who populate my days (all around the world) anchor me, and send me into orbit.

    Then there is spirit. If you look at me, you can see that I love everything. However, my soul is resistant to covetousness. It revels in experiences and then in giving and sharing those experiences. So there is this almost vertical dichotomy between what I want and feel I must somehow possess, and my joy in giving of everything that I have to those whom I love, or whom I perceive as in need (I am from Texas, LA, and New York - so I know the difference between need and a hustle).

    And then there is my anger. I burn. It is a part of my freedom to love. I hate that I cannot truly defend those who need it. When I see injustice (or what in my hubris I perceive as justice - because who am I to say what is just - I am no one). However, in front of my perception of injustice I have no fear. Lay a hand on me and I just might like it. Lay a hand on what I love and you won't like it.

    Put these characters on the stage in the psychodrama of love "its just a chemical reaction that's all - Cole Porter". What is the backdrop?

    I live in fear. I am the tiniest little speck cringing at anything. By day I go out and do battle, and I make a good showing (usually). At night, there is my plaintive cry to my husband "Do you think everything is going to be OK? Are we going to be alright?". What must he think? His lion is nothing more than a pussycat!

    And in all of that panoply (or squalor) there remains a yearning emptiness that I cannot fill. That void, black, that will not fill. It keeps me in motion, hegira I suppose. Sometimes I am just exhausted from running to where?

    I run to love, I rush to defend, I run from my fear, I crawl to obey my baser instincts (and they are good), and there I am. That is me.

    Terry
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    Aug 20, 2008 9:59 PM GMT
    For once, I am speechless. And in awe.
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    Aug 20, 2008 10:10 PM GMT
    From "The Prophet", by Khalil Ghibran

    Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
    And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
    And with a great voice he said:

    When love beckons to you, follow him,
    Though his ways are hard and steep.
    And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
    Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
    And when he speaks to you believe in him,
    Though his voice may shatter your dreams
    as the north wind lays waste the garden.

    For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
    Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
    Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest
    branches that quiver in the sun,
    So shall he descend to your roots and shake them
    in their clinging to the earth.
    Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
    He threshes you to make you naked.
    He sifts you to free you from your husks.
    He grinds you to whiteness.
    He kneads you until you are pliant:
    And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
    that you may become sacred bread for God`s sacred feast.

    All these things shall love do unto you
    that you may know the secrets of your heart,
    and in that knowledge become a fragment of life`s heart.

    But if in your fear you would seek only
    loves peace and loves pleasure,
    Then it is better for you
    that you cover your nakedness and
    pass out of love`s threshing floor,
    Into the seasonless world where you
    shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,
    and weep, but not all of your tears.
    Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself,
    Love possesses not nor would it be possessed:
    For love is sufficient unto love.

    When you love you should not say,
    "God is in my heart," but rather,
    "I am in the heart of God."
    And think not you can direct the course
    of love, for love, if it finds you worthy,
    directs your course.

    Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
    But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
    To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
    To know the pain of too much tenderness.
    To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
    And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
    To wake at dawn with a winged heart
    and give thanks for another day of loving:
    To rest at the noon hour and meditate love`s ecstasy:
    And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in you heart
    and a song of praise upon you lips.
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    Aug 20, 2008 10:23 PM GMT
    THanks Ursa.. I loved that.
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    Aug 20, 2008 10:27 PM GMT
    Aww, terry. icon_razz.gif I only wish I can find someone like that someday. Hm... some of the things I love icon_smile.gif

    I love my family. We may get into screaming matches some days, but it's always a given that everybody forgives everybody else. No matter what.

    I love talking to precocious children. They have the most fascinating viewpoint of the world we take for granted.

    I love getting the slobbery open-mouthed kisses from my niece and nephew and the hug. icon_wink.gif

    I love the rain.

    I love creation. Art in any medium, even solely in imagination.

    I love big explosions and I'm a little bit of a pyromaniac. LOL

    I love morning sunlight streaming through the windows.

    I love my friends. They may not be perfect but they provide a patchwork reflection of myself.

    I love nature documentaries!

    I love empanadas, and adobo, and chocolate, and COOKIES!

    I love tidal pools.

    I love cloudless nights.

    That's all I can think of for now, LOL. I should make a polished version of this and add it to my profile. icon_razz.gif
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    Aug 20, 2008 10:40 PM GMT
    my "love" is dedicated to dean (my bf) ... i call him my "baby" ... ha ha ...

    Because of you ...
    my world is now whole ...

    Because of you ...
    love lives in my soul ...

    Because of you ...
    I have laughter in my eyes ...

    Because of you ...
    I am no longer afraid of good-byes ...

    You are my pillar ...
    my stone of strength ...

    With me through all seasons ...
    and great times of length ...

    My love for you is pure ...
    boundless through space and time ...

    it grows stronger everyday ...
    with the knowledge that you'll always be mine ...

    At the altar ...
    I will joyously say 'I do' ...

    for I have it all now ...
    and it's all because of you ...
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    Aug 20, 2008 10:42 PM GMT
    As Voltaire once noted:

    Love is like an itching in my heart.

    Come to think of it, it may have been Flo Ballard.
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    Aug 20, 2008 10:47 PM GMT
    another "love" dedication to my baby (dean) ... he he ...

    I love your soft kisses ...
    I love your soft touch ...
    I love the way you bite your lip ...
    I love you soooooo much ...

    I love the way you look at me ...
    I love the way you smile ...
    I love the way you're shy sometimes ...
    Every once and a while ...

    I love it when you look at me ...
    When I'm not looking at you ...
    You think I do not realize it ...
    But really...I do ...

    I love the way you cuddle ...
    I love the way you sleep ...
    I love the way you rub your neck ...
    when you are thinking so deep ...

    I love all of you ...
    Your nose, your lips, your hair, your feet ...
    I will never stop loving you ...
    You are so amazingly sweet ...

    I love that I love you ...
    I have loved you from the very start ...
    I LOVE ALL OF YOU ...
    I now hand you the key to my heart ...
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    Aug 20, 2008 10:52 PM GMT
    The Declaration of Faith

    I Am Woman, the Mother - Peace now, and listen to Me:
    My Soul flies with the birds of the night,
    You will hear My voice in the song of the Owl.
    My snaking roots delve into the Earth, for I Am the Tree of Life.
    I Am She of ten thousand names,
    At My altar offer to Me only your Love and Joy;
    You will Know Me in this way.

    I Am your bountiful Matron,
    I give when you need - I make no demands:
    I wish you Happiness, I grant you Bliss.
    When the White Eye of Heaven gazes fully upon you,
    Then in your own private Heart should you whisper to Me
    That you adore My Gifts, and appreciate their worth.
    Do not fear the Queen of all Worlds.

    There is no Law but Love unto All - Throw off Bondage and Hatred:
    Revel in your Freedom, Be as yourself in your rites.
    To please Me you need only dance, sing, feast, and make love.
    Do this for the glory of Life, the Gift I shower upon you,
    For I Am Ecstasy, I Am Plenty.

    Your rejoicing is My only need:
    Demonstrations of Love and Pleasure are the Rituals you shall give to Me.
    Offer Me Beauty and Wisdom,
    Temper your Power with Compassion,
    Meld Honor into Humility, so Mirth and Reverence will flower within you.

    In your works strive only for the Ideal:
    Be not tempted by Jealousy, Greed, or Might.
    Your reward will be Passage through the Door of Youth,
    I promise you the Summer Country.
    I Am the Chalice - Drink Life!
    Do not fear the Transition,
    For I will give you Peace and a happy Reunion.

    To Me make no sacrifice:
    I Am the Mother - I Am the Source and would not deprive you,
    Nor could I Be satiated by any Thing you could give except your Love.
    I despise Death, and will never command it of you.
    Nor would I visit Misery on any living creature.
    My Love floods the Earth - if I Am in need, it is only of your Happiness.
    I will accept no Death for Life.

    I Am All: The clestial dust under angels' feet in My Breath,
    The Beauty of the Earth is My Gown.
    The White Moon amongst the Stars in My soft Gaze,
    Affecting the cycles of all Waters.
    For I Am the Soul of Nature,
    I Who animate the Universe entire.
    I Am the Source and the Destination.

    From Me All comes, and to Me All returns:
    This is the sprialing pattern of Life.
    Do not grieve for loss, for you shall regain.
    Do not lament Winter, Spring is already returning.
    Do nor fear Night, for Day will soon comfort you.
    And if I ever seem far, it is only so that you will rejoice when I Am near.

    Seek not to find Me - pass your days upon the Earth within the Earth,
    The Beyond will embrace you soon enough, My Child.
    Know now that pursuing My deeper purpose is in vain,
    For it is not there - I have revealed what I have revealed.
    There is no great Mystery:
    If you do not find within yourself that for which you search,
    You will never discover it elsewhere.

    I Was with you before the Beginning;
    I accompany you through your journey;
    I shall welcome you Home.
    Feel Me in your Heart, seek Me not with your Mind:
    All will be made known to you.
    Blessed be!
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    Aug 20, 2008 11:15 PM GMT


    Ursamajor.

    You made me cry!

    .....and restored in me a faith in others I didn't know was damaged.

    XO -Doug


    "Then Renot looked away. Ian felt an instant surge of disappointed disconnection. His hand found Renot’s in an involuntary bid to restore contact. Renot felt Ian’s certain, strong grip, and a flood of something that brought a lump to his throat filled him. A terrified happiness, partly borne of exposure echoed back and forth through them both." - from The Silver Dish by DR Feltis


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    Aug 20, 2008 11:16 PM GMT

    Emmylou Harris
    Blackhawk


    Hold on to your aching heart
    I'll wipe the liquor from your lips
    A small town hero never dies
    He fades a bit and then he slips
    Down into the blast furnace
    In the heat of the open hearth
    And at the punch clock he remembers
    Blackhawk and the white winged dove

    I remember your leather boots
    Pointing up into the sky
    We fell down to our knees
    Over there where the grass grew high
    Love hunters in the night
    Our faces turned into the wind
    Blackhawk where are you now?


    Do you still have the ring I gave you
    On the banks of Lake Bear
    Where I felt certain that I knew you
    My cool and distant debonair
    Now we drink at Liberty Station
    Another cup of muscatel
    Wrapped in the strong arms of the Union
    Raisin' kids from raisin' hell



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    Aug 20, 2008 11:16 PM GMT
    Love...will keep us together.

    Think of me, babe, whenever some sweet-talkin' girl comes along,
    Singing a song.
    Don't mess around, you've just GOT to be strong.
    You'd better stop, 'cuz I really love you.
    Stop!
    I've been thinkin' of you.
    Look in my heart and let love keep us together.

    --Marcus Aurelius
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    Aug 20, 2008 11:22 PM GMT
    another "love" dedication to my baby (dean) ... ha ha ...

    I would tell you today ...
    That you are the one that fills my life ...
    Whose smile I cannot wait to see ...
    Whose arms I long to have wrapped around me ...
    Whose lips I live to kiss ...
    Softly, passionately, in every way ...


    I would want you to know ...
    That you make my heart skip a beat ...
    You fill my soul with contentment ...
    You brighten my dark skies ...
    You fill my days and nights ...
    With stars, hopes, and cascading dreams ...


    I would want you to see ...
    How beautiful the world looks with your eyes through mine ...
    Your eyes light up the sky ...
    Your touch paints the Heavens ...
    Your kiss creates amazing rainbows ...
    Of beauty, sunshine, and life ...


    I would want you to understand ...
    That I will always love you ...
    Before I knew there was you ...
    Before our eyes ever met ...
    Before I found in you ...
    Happiness, completeness, and passion ...


    If there were no tomorrow ...
    I would tell you ...
    That you are the greatest gift in my life ...
    Whose love I cherish above all else ...
    You sustain me with ...
    Your laughter, love, and friendship ...
    Before there was no knowing ...
    I'd tell you I love you infinitely, without boundaries, and beyond time ...
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    Aug 20, 2008 11:26 PM GMT
    "Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart."

    --Shanaya Twain

    jprichva saidLove...will keep us together.

    Think of me, babe, whenever some sweet-talkin' girl comes along,
    Singing a song.
    Don't mess around, you've just GOT to be strong.
    You'd better stop, 'cuz I really love you.
    Stop!
    I've been thinkin' of you.
    Look in my heart and let love keep us together.

    --Marcus Aurelius
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    Aug 20, 2008 11:29 PM GMT
    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.
    Coral is far more red than her lips' red.
    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun.
    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
    I have seen roses damasked red and white,
    But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
    And in some perfumes is there more delight
    Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
    I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
    That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
    I grant I never saw a goddess go;
    My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
    As any she, belied with false compare.

    William Shakespeare, "My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun"
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    Aug 20, 2008 11:34 PM GMT
    O my love, my darling, I hunger for your touch
    Such a long, lonely time.
    And time goes by so slowly
    And time can do so much.
    Are you still mine?
    I need your love.
    I need your love.
    Godspeed your love to me.

    --Franklin Pierce, 14th President of the United States
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    Aug 20, 2008 11:36 PM GMT
    Just to say how much I have enjoyed reading these posts.

    Heart warming on the greatest topic in this world.

    REAL LOVE.icon_biggrin.gif
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    Aug 20, 2008 11:39 PM GMT
    _zd_, i think shakespeare captured the nature of true love in that: accepting and cherishing someone despite/because of all their many "flaws."
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    Aug 20, 2008 11:40 PM GMT
    dancerjack said_zd_, i think shakespeare captured the nature of true love in that: accepting and cherishing someone despite/because of all their many "flaws."


    I know. That was the point of posting it. And coincidentally, that's why I still like you, Jack.
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    Aug 20, 2008 11:45 PM GMT
    i knew i needed a breath mint. you could've just said so
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    Aug 20, 2008 11:52 PM GMT
    Rumi was the MAN
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    Aug 20, 2008 11:58 PM GMT
    My mama said:
    "You can't hurry love. No, you'll just have to wait."
    She said, "Love don't come easy.
    It's a game of give and take."

    --Martin Van Buren, from Erotic Poetry of Early 19th Century Political Figures
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    Aug 21, 2008 12:06 AM GMT
    This is my favorite thing that I can think of. It really makes me burst into gales of tears. I find it beautiful, hopefully you will too.

    Amelia, Joni Mitchell

    I was driving across the burning desert
    When I spotted six jet planes
    Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
    It was the hexagram of the heavens
    It was the strings of my guitar
    Amelia, it was just a false alarm

    The drone of flying engines
    Is a song so wild and blue
    It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
    Then your life becomes a travelogue
    Of picture-post-card-charms
    Amelia, it was just a false alarm

    People will tell you where theyve gone
    Theyll tell you where to go
    But till you get there yourself you never really know
    Where some have found their paradise
    Others just come to harm
    Oh amelia, it was just a false alarm

    I wish that he was here tonight
    Its so hard to obey
    His sad request of me to kindly stay away
    So this is how I hide the hurt
    As the road leads cursed and charmed
    I tell amelia, it was just a false alarm


    A ghost of aviation
    She was swallowed by the sky
    Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
    Like icarus ascending
    On beautiful foolish arms
    Amelia, it was just a false alarm

    Maybe Ive never really loved
    I guess that is the truth
    Ive spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
    And looking down on everything
    I crashed into his arms
    Amelia, it was just a false alarm

    I pulled into the cactus tree motel
    To shower off the dust
    And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
    I dreamed of 747s
    Over geometric farms
    Dreams, amelia, dreams and false alarms


    I believe she is the Shakespeare of our age. Terry


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    Aug 21, 2008 12:06 AM GMT
    dancerjack saidi knew i needed a breath mint. you could've just said so


    Does this mean everything is cool between you guys icon_question.gif

    Maybe my thread done some good after all icon_wink.gif