Sad On A Sunny Day…

Sad On A Sunny Day…

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;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
-Kahlil Gibran (The Prophet)

How often are we wounded by our own understanding of love? In the last year it seems as if
every weekend I’ve been sucker punched in the solar plexus.

To love fully and passionately one has to allow themselves to be vulnerable and open to every sensation, but this means there is no filter.
You will be experiencing the good and the not so pleasant.

In doing so, there is the possibility of being crushed by one swift blow to the heart.

Just because you have a great capacity for love doesn’t mean it should be showered upon
another with such abandonment. Or at least this last year has opened my eyes to that–
your Queen of Hearts should be kept close to the vest.

But at the same time isn’t that what love and vulnerability are truly about? What every
poet, writer, and artist has expressed at some point, and in some form or other in their art
(pardon the cliche: “since the beginning of time?”)

Their deep abandonment to love.

By abandonment I don’t mean it in the practical sense of the word. What I mean is to give into it
(love) without reservation, judgment or criticism.

To savor the pleasure of being in love you must allow yourself to–ALSO–feel the pain, and even the disillusionment that your innamorato or innamorata may cause you.

To be in the moment, as if it were the last. To dream about your sweetheart and crown their
name every night with a breathy prayer to the heavens.

For your lover to be the great motivating factor that springs you out of bed every morning with a skip in your step and the WILL to take on the world.

To know that although you are complete just as you are–you choose to aspire to be a better person to be even MORE worthy of their precious love.

To miss their smell as if it were the one thing that, at death’s door, could bring you back to life. The NEED to hear their voice–to count the minutes until you are safe in their embrace.

To know they have your back, and that in return, you could very well kill, if need be, to protect them.

As a friend once told me “To rise in love as opposed to FALL in love…”

But to LOVE is to be vulnerable and to FEEL; that takes courage. There are no guarantees! The only
thing we may count on is that the there WILL BE growth, and it is up to us how we come out of that

A starry night filled with tender kisses to all

Cruz the Muse

Francesca Cruz
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