Today I saw a man embrace a prize-winning melon He was so proud of what his love had wrought Every day he watered shaded, sheltered as he marveled at its girth and the mottled emerald skin How lucky to love like that a heart full of the sweet and ephemeral always here, now
Tag: love
Half
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.
Rumi
I want to ask if you know what it is to love half-hearted but who among us doesn't, really? See we love this way more often than not and in thirds and quarters, too We think we are clever to guard ourselves like this but it is our own hearts cheated it is not only your half love for me I must decline but my own fractured ways of loving
Listen
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
Mary Oliver
Listen: it's time to face this thing you are fearing. Hiding can't protect you in the end, but keep you from breathing in the midst of this Just stop here for a minute A life of being loved will be better Little by little you will let yourself relax and lean into others' strength Calling yourself a coward is unkind It is better to call yourself, your true self a lover. This is what you need, a life, a love, full to overflowing
Regression to the Mean
In statistics we see extreme scores head to the middle over time the depression grows lighter anxiety more bearable poor sleep improves slights are forgiven What was once so powerful mellows and folds into itself But I grieve this, too because I know that this all of this great tingling love it, too will regress to the mean
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