Love is like dawn. The sunrise after a dark winter night. Brightening up everything the sunlight touches, while still allowing you the small miracle of breathing, clean, crisp morning air; your only tie to reality.
Love and sunrise, both seen by all, but truly experienced by only some lucky few. The difference being seeing a lovely picture of the sunrise on a postcard or watching it on tv; and actually standing on the ground, half awake, half amused, while cold air ensconces you, only to be tickled away by the warm shiny rays of euphoria. All you can do is admire, all you can do is breathe in the essence of it, keep staring at it when all you want to do is close your eyes to savor the moment, the moment that changes with every passing second, until it has been. And finally, the day will come to an end, and take with it its magic ,while you're left dazed with the brilliance of the day, to reflect upon and remember. No guarantees of there ever being a tomorrow.
Even if there were, every day is not the same!
For me, this is how love was. Best experienced alone in a ground where you stand with arms wide open, experiencing the delight of change, the truth of being, the charge in the air opposed only by the warm happiness emanating inside you, the wish to never stop admiring, heart bursting with strange joy, and the realization that your entire world HAS changed.
Helplessly, yet willingly giving it all up to be governed by a greater force.
An awakening.
Love and sunrise, both seen by all, but truly experienced by only some lucky few. The difference being seeing a lovely picture of the sunrise on a postcard or watching it on tv; and actually standing on the ground, half awake, half amused, while cold air ensconces you, only to be tickled away by the warm shiny rays of euphoria. All you can do is admire, all you can do is breathe in the essence of it, keep staring at it when all you want to do is close your eyes to savor the moment, the moment that changes with every passing second, until it has been. And finally, the day will come to an end, and take with it its magic ,while you're left dazed with the brilliance of the day, to reflect upon and remember. No guarantees of there ever being a tomorrow.
Even if there were, every day is not the same!
For me, this is how love was. Best experienced alone in a ground where you stand with arms wide open, experiencing the delight of change, the truth of being, the charge in the air opposed only by the warm happiness emanating inside you, the wish to never stop admiring, heart bursting with strange joy, and the realization that your entire world HAS changed.
Helplessly, yet willingly giving it all up to be governed by a greater force.
An awakening.