This was one of my favorite songs from the late 60s, WHITE BIRD, by IT’s A BEAUTIFUL DAY. I remember most of the 60s, though I am told I had a few days here and there where I looked a bit like the picture above. Good times they tell me.
Love cannot be kept. It cannot be locked up. Love cannot be chained any more than you can chain a persons heart, or their spirit. The tighter you hold, the harder it is to hold on to, the same as if you hold on with uncaring hands,. One must hold gently with soft caring open hands.
For love to survive, it must be able to fly, to soar. And if it is meant to be, and both hearts nourish and cherish each other, they will return together. Two hearts, two spirits, dancing in air. I think ,more now, as true Love being an "arranged accident", by fate, a higher power, the great circles that have always been. . .
From my experience, it seems the more I tried, the more superficial the love was. And we can fool ourselves with superficial love, in fact some guys, perhaps ladies too, are more than happy with that level, it makes it easier to go on to the next "love" and the next. Sometimes it is not knowing, more times it is probably a practiced ‘game’ that some play so well. And someone gets hurt.
Hurting someone is a heavy burden to carry. I have hurt as well as been hurt, as we all have.
Neither is enjoyable, but hurting someone you did not mean to hurt is a heavy thing to be responsible for.
Enough for now. With apologies to Fox Muldar, Love is out there! For each of us.
Ever the Optimist I guess, but you know what they say about optimists: It is someone who does not really understand the circumstances. Well to you who say that, please let me be blissful in my ignorance.
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