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“Someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something.”

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“The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that with me.”

— Rumi, from In the Arc of Your Mallet (tr. by Coleman Barks)

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“There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.”

— Juansen Dizon

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Loving you is not writing you love poems; is being love when I write to you, and when I don´t.

Loving you is not expecting something from you; is simply waiting for you, in the silence, at night and in the day.

Loving you is not to shelter myself  in you; it´s building a shelter together, with our hands, where the whole world can fit in.

Loving you is not to demand from you, it´s not forcing you, it’s not to put pressure on you, is not convincing you, is not defeating you; it´s to help you to break free from yourself, from me, from it all, it´s to give you my breath, to seduce you without any desire, nor an objective, it´s to enjoy you.

To love you it´s not to want you only when you love me, when you´re pretty, when you smile, when you kiss me, when you caress me, when you walk with elegance, when you are calm, when you are happy; it´s to accept you completely just as you are, always and everywhere, with simplicity, and joy.

Loving you is not projecting ideas about you, it´s not idealizing you; it´s to see you from afar, from up close, from inside, (from you), from outside, see you beyond me.

Loving you it´s not to reject your flaws; it´s to become sensitive to them, without ever expecting you to change them.

Loving you is not to desire to be the center of your Life; it´s to lead you, if you allow me, if am able to, to the Life of your core, without looking for any rewards.

Loving you it´s not always being by your side, is not always thinking about you, is not always dreaming about you; it´s to be available for you, it´s to be you, become one with you, it´s to be aware of your dreams, and of mine with you, it´s allowing you to know me completely all the way to the very center of my pain, and of my love.

Loving you is not flattering you, it´s not enhancing your vanity, it´s not weakening you, it´s not confusing you; it´s to show you the value of your shadow, the wonder of your own light, it´s to help you to live alert, it´s to want you to fly while I watch you, absorbed, joyful.

Loving you is not just looking at you, smelling you or tasting you; it´s to look along with you at anything at the same time, to become one with your scent, to be a part of you.

Loving you is not to look at you from above, or from below, from behind, from the front; it´s to cultivate a balance that goes back and forth passing by our common center.

Loving you is not to fear you, is not to own you, is not to guard you, Is not to watch you; it´s to hug you warmly, it´s to open my door to you, it´s to observe you in plain sight, in total darkness, with the eyes of my soul.

Loving you is not saying that I love you, is not thinking that I loved you, that I will love you; it´s to ask myself whether I love you, it´s to feel it, allowing it to develop in me, without even needing to tell you about it.

Loving you it´s not renounce to my dreams for you; it´s to awake from my dreams with you, held by your hand.

Loving you is not to write that I love you; is sharing with you the best of me (love), without ever turning back, without a horizon.

Ousía Poética ©

Amarte no es escribirte mis poemas de amor; es ser amor cuando te escribo, y cuando no.

Amarte no es esperar algo de ti; es simplemente esperarte, en silencio, de noche y de día.

Amarte no es refugiarme en tu persona; es construir un refugio juntos, con nuestras propias manos, donde pueda caber el mundo entero.

Amarte no es exigirte, no es obligarte, no es presionarte, no es convencerte, no es derrotarte; es ayudarte a liberarte de ti, de mí, de todo, es prestarte mi aliento, seducirte sin deseos, ni objetivos, es disfrutar de ti.

Amarte no es quererte únicamente cuando me amas, cuando estás guapa, cuando te sonríes, cuando me besas, cuando me acaricias, cuando caminas con elegancia, cuando estás tranquila, cuando estás feliz; es aceptarte entera tal cual eres, siempre y en todo lugar, con sencillez, con alegría.

Amarte no es proyectar ideas sobre ti, no es idealizarte; es verte desde lejos, desde cerca, desde dentro (desde ti), desde fuera, verte desde más allá de mí. Amarte no es rechazar tus defectos; es hacerme sensible a ellos y hacerte sensible a ellos, sin esperar jamás que los cambies.

Amarte no es desear ser el centro de tu vida; es conducirte, si tú me lo permites, si soy capaz de hacerlo, a la vida de tu centro, sin buscar recompensas.

Amarte no es estar siempre a tu lado, no es pensar siempre en ti, no es soñar siempre contigo; es estar disponible para ti, es ser tú, hacerme uno contigo, es ser consciente de tus sueños, y de los míos contigo, es permitir que me conozcas por entero hasta el mismo centro de mi dolor, y de mi amor.

Amarte no es halagarte, no es envanecerte, no es debilitarte, no es llamar tu atención, no es confundirte; es mostrarte la valía de tu sombra, la maravilla de tu propia luz, es ayudarte a vivir alerta, es querer que vueles mientras te miro, absorto, dichoso.

Amarte no es sólo mirarte, olerte, o probarte; es mirar contigo a la vez cualquier cosa, hacerme uno con tu olor, formar parte de ti. Amarte no es mirarte desde arriba, o desde abajo, desde atrás, desde delante; es cultivar un equilibrio que una y otra vez sienta que pasa por nuestro centro común.

Amarte no es temerte, no es poseerte, no es custodiarte, no es vigilarte; es abrazarte cálidamente, es abrirte mi puerta, es observarte a plena luz, en total oscuridad, con los ojos del alma.

Amarte no es decirte que te amo, no es pensar que te amé, que te amaré; es preguntarme a mí mismo si te amo, es sentirlo, dejando que se desarrolle en mí, sin necesidad alguna de decírtelo.

Amarte no es renunciar a mis sueños por ti; es despertar de mis sueños, contigo, tomado de tu mano.

Amarte no es escribir que te amo; es compartir contigo lo mejor de mí (el amor), sin vuelta atrás, sin horizonte.

Ousía Poética ©

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in the springtime i feel little flowers grow in my heart too

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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

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What Happens?

What happens to the friend who's job is usually to help everyone else? What happens to the friend who usually reminds everyone else why they're wanted? What happens to the friend whos always the one getting the people who need help out of their rut? What happens to the friend who picks everyone else up? What happens when she can't get out of bed? What happens when she needs help? Or when she can't remember why she's wanted? Or can't get out of her rut or just can't simply get back up? What happens when the friend who is always there for everyone else can't be there for herself? What happens when she can't figure out if she's even worth the effort? Because the world keeps spinning and time keeps going and nothing stops to let her catch up. She's stuck and doesn't know how to get out, or even if she can. Because nobody else sees it and nothing is helping her out of whatever this downward movement is.

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“You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.”

— Ellen Hopkins

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Everything

“it has been one of the greatest and most difficult years of my life. i learned everything is temporary. moments. feelings. people. flowers. i learnt love is about giving. everything. and letting it hurt. i learned vulnerability is always the right choice because it is easy to be cold in a world that makes it so difficult to remain soft. i learned all things come in twos. life and death. pain and joy. salt and pepper. you and me. it is the balance of the universe. it has been the year of hurting so bad but living so good. making friends out of strangers. making strangers out of friends. learning mint chocolate chip ice cream will fix just about everything. and for the pains that it cannot there will always be a pair of arms. we must learn to focus on warm energy. always. soak our limbs in it and become better lovers to the world. for if we can't learn to be kinder to each other how will we ever learn to be kinder to the most desperate parts of ourselves.”

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“My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friend’s birthday. There are a lot of people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed of exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids. And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s mom’s. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become part of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still apart of that you have no idea about.”

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“Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give other people light.”

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Do good recklessly.

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“Gravity is Matter’s response to loneliness”

- Alice Wu

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“Sometimes I have a heart of glass...

A loves true bluish lies”

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Love is blind

Love is blind. But not in the way she doesn’t care how you look. Because no she doesn’t care how you look one bit, it was never a discussion about that. No she is blind to reality. She is blind to red flags. Most of all she is blind to the difference between wanting to be yours and wanting to have you. Because babe she’s already yours. You can bet she has no care in the world about that. She is yours and is blind to the fact that you are not ours. Will you ever be? Probably not. She still is expecting you to come back here and crawl into our arms and never leave, god knows that’s all I crave. But I know that’s not likely and I hate myself for not being able to show her she needs to stop. Before we get hurt. Again.

Hell yeah love is blind. But she’s also deaf. She has been told time and time again that we need to leave you alone, but does she listen? God no. I try, please goddamn believe me, I really try to leave you be. I never want to lose you because of a dumb decision to ask all the wrong questions. Again. I’d rather live every day a little bit sad to not be able to give you all this love I have, but still have you as a friend and give you a bit of it. I’d much rather that than to live every day impossibly sad to have lost you because She can’t take a goddamn hint.

Love is blind. But by god she doesn’t keep quiet. She has no impulse control. She doesn’t know when to stop. She was never one to back down, she’ll take pushback as a challenge rather than a hint to shut the fuck up. She likes to be the centre of attention, she always wants to be known. Can’t deal otherwise. There’s no way to shut her up. She’s as loud as they come and not shy. Even after she’s been told she’s irrelevant. She just doesn’t know when to quit. She’s so freaking accident prone.

Love is blind. Though she fears nothing. She fears no pain, no rejection. She doesn’t learn from her mistakes. She goes full speed ahead until we end up halfway through a wall that was never gonna give, no matter how hard we bashed. Not for us anyway. But she’ll do the same thing. Every. Damn. Time. Because she doesn’t fear the wall. Nor does she fear the consequences. That’s the most painful part though, she fears nothing, she’s far too optimistic and even worse, far too ready to let them catch her. And then we’re falling off the edge left by the, now moving, wall. Just like the last time. Once again we’ve fallen and spluttered into a mess on the ground. Alone. Hurt. Picking our self up and getting ready for the next fucking run.

Love sure is blind, but to hell if anyone tried to control her.

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“A soulmate isn’t someone who completes you. No, a soulmate is someone who inspires you to complete yourself. A soulmate is someone who does not judge you for your flaws. A soulmate is someone who sees your jagged edges, who sees the parts of you that have been weathered by love and by life, who sees the wars that you fight, and who chooses to stand beside you. A soulmate is someone who watches as you confront your scars from the inside; always encouraging you to heal on your own time, in your own way; always encouraging you to keep going.” – Bianca Sparacino