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I will speak for love that challenges the heart,
that makes us wider and more spacious beings
stretching us beyond that which we were before.


These loves are rich: passion and pain entertwined like roots, tangled origins
confusion about what is mine and what is yours,
a dense forest of need and suffering obscuring the truth.


I can recall that kind of love with tenderness now that the pain has passed.
I remember sleeping in the closet, on a hard carpeted floor
heartbreak deep and wild like a black chasm in my chest.
I remember a key broken off in the lock to keep my crazed demands at bay.


That was my rhapsodic and chronic brokenheartedness, mine to feel and to own,
free of blame for the lovers who could never heal it for me.


I will speak too for a gentler love,
that flows from soul to soul with ease and joy
that springs forth in abundance like a rain-swollen waterfall,
a love borne of fullness, of friendship, of desire to give.

This love has washed the darkness from my eyes
relentlessly dissolving those shadows I saw and thought were real.
My lover has poured generosity
into the rocky heartbreak I had begun to think
was a permanent feature of my landscape,
coursing over the stubborn mossy stones of my resistance
over and over until finally I see the clear reality:

I AM LOVE
and ANYTHING is possible.


There are loves like this.
For this kindhearted, generous love I speak
and give thanks today.