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i love you.

“When you graduate from "Being In Love" to "Loving Someone" you understand - Love is not about owning, Love is about wanting the best for them, It's about seeing or Helping them achieve great heights, with or without you. Love is not what you say, it's what you do.” 
― Wordions

“This is song about the death of a relationship. On one hand, you mourn its loss. On the other, you celebrate all that was good about it while acknowledging all of its flaws. It’s about acceptance and revelation. It’s just a song that’s trying to make sense of something that was complex. That’s a tough job for any song to do, but this succeeds in its simplicity.”

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abeille

i lied

and you know i did.

 

the moment your transmission appeared

in my hand

i pushed back on my truth

to present less self-interested

 

who am i to ask for what is not mine?

how was i to know i'd plunge?

 

a kind of fall without even wings

to land so securely upon a devotion

unforeseen and sincere

 

it's real, you know?

the mine that is yours

and the yours that is mine.

 

it's not a pretend codification.

that's not how i see it, anyway 

it's more like a braiding:

fated strands that can only cohere with the other

 

but, i get it.

i do:

your delicacy so refined

it was only a matter of time.

 

so i stand here pleased

and, for you.

with an endless unrestricted affection.

 

it is.

and that is all it can be.

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Is it a crime that I still want you?

This may come
This may come as some surprise
But I miss you.
I could see through all of your lies
But still I miss you.
He takes her love
But it doesn't feel like mine

He tastes her kiss
Her kisses are not wine
They're not mine.
He takes
But surely she can't give what I'm feeling now.
She takes
But surely she doesn't know how.

Is it a crime? Is it a crime that I still want you?
And I want you to want me
Too.

My love is wider
Wider than Victoria Lake.
My love is taller
Taller than the Empire State.
It dives and it jumps and it ripples like the deepest ocean.
I can't give you more than that
Surely you want me back.

Is it a crime? Is it a crime that I still want you?
And I want you to want me
Too.

My love is wider than Victoria Lake

Taller than the Empire State.
It dives and it jumps

I can't give you more than that
Surely you want me back.

Is it a crime? Is it a crime that I still want you?
And I want you to want me
Too.

It dives
It jumps and it ripples like the deepest ocean.
I can't give you more than that
Surely you want it back.
Tell me
Is it a crime?

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"True surrender is true power: the love-force that moves the universe is also the love-force that breathes your breath and beats your heart. When fear dissolves, you no longer separate yourself from this single flow of immense force. Love is continuity with infinite life-force, a oneness of being with no separation. Opening sexually is opening to this flow of life-force. And love is the key to this opening."  - David Deida

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for a man

And when I think of your arms
I think about sleeping
Sleeping like a baby all through the night

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Women are emotional in order to feel the divine energy at the highest levels and be supreme healers and lovers and mothers. Not to drive men insane. Her deep spiritual connection to feelings is to inspire a man to his spiritual heights as well. She is not a nag, she is an oracle. - Raja Khan

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All are worthy.

If you keep visualizing a being that matches you perfectly but believe you are unworthy to be loved by a perfect partner who matches me, then you'll manifest that. Eventually, you feel an underlying contraction arise when you are taking your dreams to the next level. It becomes unbelievable. You're taking the frequency to the edge. That's why it's a good practice to imagine feeling really good. Conjure up that state of feeling really good about life itself. And that brightness will cast shadows you didn't notice before. Then you may lose it all again. That's why we have to look at our basic context, assumptions, and expectations. This is the contextual work. What are you expecting for yourself? Bentinho Massaro

Worthiness is not an option. Already free. Already powerful. Already here. Already worthy. Already everything you can be. This is your planet. Now enjoy it. Start having some fun. This is your creation. This is your life. This is what you came here for. This is why you are here. - Bentinho Massaro

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Can you love me?

But can you love me in the deep? In the dark? In the thick of it?

Can you love me when I drink from the wrong bottle and slip through the crack in the floorboard?

Can you love me when I’m bigger than you, when my presence blazes like the sun does, when it hurts to look directly at me?
Can you love me then too?

Can you love me under the starry sky, shaved and smooth, my skin like liquid moonlight?

Can you love me when I am howling and furry, standing on my haunches, my lower lip stained with the blood of my last kill?

When I call down the lightning, when the sidewalks are singed by the soles of my feet, can you still love me then?

What happens when I freeze the land, and cause the dirt to harden over all the pomegranate seeds we’ve planted?

Will you trust that Spring will return?

Will you still believe me when I tell you I will become a raging river, and spill myself upon your dreams and call them to the surface of your life?

Can you trust me, even though you cannot tame me?
Can you love me, even though I am all that you fear and admire?
Will you fear my shifting shape?

Does it frighten you, when my eyes flash like your camera does?
Do you fear they will capture your soul?

Are you afraid to step into me?
The meat-eating plants and flowers armed with poisonous darts are not in my jungle to stop you from coming. Not you.

So do not worry. They belong to me, and I have invited you here.
Stay to the path revealed in the moonlight and arrive safely to the hut of Baba Yaga: the wild old wise one… she will not lead you astray if you are pure of heart.

You cannot be with the wild one if you fear the rumbling of the ground, the roar of a cascading river, the startling clap of thunder in the sky.

If you want to be safe, go back to your tiny room — the night sky is not for you.

If you want to be torn apart, come in. Be broken open and devoured. Be set ablaze in my fire.

I will not leave you as you have come: well dressed, in finely-threaded sweaters that keep out the cold.

I will leave you naked and biting. Leave you clawing at the sheets. Leave you surrounded by owls and hawks and flowers that only bloom when no one is watching.

So, come to me, and be healed in the unbearable lightness and darkness of all that you are.

There is nothing in you that can scare me.
Nothing in you I will not use to make you great.

A wild woman is not a girlfriend. She is a relationship with nature. She is the source of all your primal desires, and she is the wild whipping wind that uproots the poisonous corn stalks on your neatly tilled farm.

She will plant pear trees in the wake of your disaster.

She will see to it that you shall rise again.

She is the lover who restores you to your own wild nature.

- Alison Nappi

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Now

If you are waiting for anything to live and love without holding back, then you suffer. Every moment is the most important of your life. No future time is better than now to let your guard down and love. - David Deida

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Frida Kahlo

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Frida Kahlo

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.” 
― Frida Kahlo

“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.” 
― Frida Kahlo

“I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.” 
― Frida Kahlo

When I was introduced to Frida many years ago, it was like meeting  a long lost sister.  I found myself searching for every possibly self portrait she ever painted.  I purchased every book.  Every journal.  It was as if I became Frida.  For months.

Her love for life.  Her ability to move the world through self portraiture.
Her passion for love and connection.
Her deep desires for both the men and women in her life struck me in such a familiar way.
Frida Kahlo was/is an integral and potent presence in my life  assisting  me in embracing my true nature (continuously).
 

I love you, Frida.  Until me meet again.

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“The most loving women are the women who will test you the most. She wants you to be your fullest, most magnificent self. She won’t settle for anything less. She knows it is true of you. She knows in your deepest heart you are free, you are Shiva. Anything less than that she will torment. And, as you know, she’s quite good at it.” 
― David DeidaThe Way of the Superior Man

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“Belief, like fear or love, is a force to be understood as we understand the theory of relativity and principals of uncertainty. Phenomena that determine the course of our lives. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction. Today, it is headed in another. Yesterday, I believe I would never have done what I did today. These forces that often remake time and space, that can shape and alter who we imagine ourselves to be, begin long before we are born and continue after we perish. Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment. That each point of intersection, each encounter, suggest a new potential direction. Proposition, I have fallen in love with Luisa Rey. Is this possible? I just met her and yet, I feel like something important has happened to me.” 
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

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