Love Letters: Love Gains Nothing

Love Gains Nothing
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That little breeze across your cheek...

You can't touch it

It touches you

Our precious thoughts

Like dream whispers

Don't exist and can not be possessed

But love possesses us.

It can't be held for it will slip between your clutching talons.

But you can hold her without bleeding-if you let go just a little.

"What do you get from this relationship?"

"How does it benefit you?"

"Does it help you?"

"Her?"

I don't know the answer to any of these questions.

But I know love.

"It's not Buddhist to be so attached."

It's Buddhist to work with attachment.

It's Buddhist to love unconditionally.

It's Buddhist to practice absolute compassion for self and others.

"You're not compassionate to yourself."

Maybe not

But sometimes yes.

It's compassionate to allow oneself to love absolutely.

Mindful to breathe it in.

Feel the sting.

Let it burn and wash you away.

What were you holding onto anyways?

Something real, some "thing" that will take you to some other place that's better than this place and time?

It's Buddhist to practice. It's part of the process to kick and scream. Some of us kick and hollar more than others. Some don't know how to speak for their pain has silenced them.

Not me. My vissudha is quite strong.

Like my heart.

Like my conviction.

My love is my path.

My path is my Dharma.

My Dharma which offers nothing.

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