Do not run from Love

I recognize now that love feels like opening and surredner.

Love feels like giving over, like trust.

Love fels like floating and golden liight shimmering.

Love feels like a beautiful ache at dawn.

Love is a committment to the feelling of deovtion.

Of giving over.

In seeing another and being okay to say that with you I am more.

To surrender the egos grip of protection, for the euphoria that arrives from choosing eachother.

I always thought love was happy, but its painful.

Because it is painful in detaching rfom from all the games and trickery.

From denying the truth.

That we truly want to be seen and held by another.

We can use spiritually to bypass this and forget.

But it lives within us, ready to be held and to be vulnerable in this experience.

I want to surrender to this and let go of control.

This realisation spikes sharp in my soft fists, but I must give control over.

To give myself over and let go of the narrative of vicitim hood.

To recognise for the first time that I am completely lovable and surrender inot this.

To let it be a process, to trust that he will be here with me and practice togther.

To do it together.

A road on dusk and sunrise.

An exhale.

He will hold your hand when it is open and closed.

He will be next to you.

He wont run.

He surrenders inot the part of him that understand this notion.

You can feel this in him

So let yourself surrender

Let the grip loose.

Dont run from this yearning.

Do not run from this voice

Do not shy away.

Pracitce opning,

Receiving the love, even in the unkown, the love that surrounds you.

That he offers from God.

That even in the unknown he will still surround you.

That you can dance and play.