The Story Of The Lovers

She was the smell of wild roses and passion, I was at all times lost in her and with her, we danced around like we were in fairytales, we found no end to our joy never seeing that fires could be quenched, we lifted each others souls until ecstasy numbed us from all pain and all reality, the strongest kind of love we’d seen was no match for our longing, she knelt to the ground and had my fill, she was my earth and moon, she was my story, she was the happiness I felt in my gut, she held all that was true and I .. I was at all times lost. 

Lovers Painting by Ulyana Linenko

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A Stoics Prayer

God, grant me a clear vision to see my reality as it truly is,
To feel the wind in my hair,
The bright sun on my brown skin,
To know and feel my past and future with enduring soulfulness,
Surviving uncertainty with passion and promise.

Grant me fairness and wisdom,
To behold love not as I imagine it,
But love as it comes, imperfect and normal.
Help me to see my neighbor in all their ugliness, yet in it, find my own humanity,
A shared consequence of our mutual existence,
Ruined yet magical.

Grant me that I may see, with these eyes, the colours in the trees more clearly and attentively,
The colourful tones in the roses and bushes, the places perhaps one dares not look.
Help me to see the deep & dreadful waters of the Atlantic with a clear and renewed view,
A view of my mortality and that of my keen.
My significant insignificance in the presence of such great a marvel.

Grant me that I may look beyond the telescope and see with clarity that I am but an ant in the grand forest of life.
Grant me that I may look closely on this day, and see, that it has been afforded me to gratefully acknowledge it,
And in it find mirrors, reflecting my flawed yet acceptable existence.
Beholding this very day again and again, to find beauty, wisdom & grace.
To spend on this day, all that it requires and deserves, with no tomorrows guaranteed.

Grant me therefore wisdom and courage.

(Painting – Birth of Eve by Harmonia Rosales, 2018)

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3. Jupiter, my love.

Oh my love
You have devoured many before you
Are you so cruel that you need me to wish peril upon myself
You say come close
It is not triumph to love you only to know death
I will not exist knowing your strange entitlement
Can you love me any other way my love?
I don’t know
My love feels like weakness

Alas. I cannot look away
Watch me dance
I cannot dance any other way

Is there no other? Can I look upon no other?
Am I truly lost?

Ganymede

Jupiter..
Was that you?
You roar and thunder.
But I hear a whisper.
Call me again.
I will respond.

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