Perhaps

Perhaps we could make it right, if you lean to me and and if I lean to you. Perhaps our differences have only been confusions, perhaps they are overblown, overrated. I knew from first I saw you, that you were my person, and that time when you smiled upon my innocence, and it made me take a step back from you. Perhaps then, love doesn't have to mean perfection. Perhaps our feelings can be reconciled. Perhaps that evening through the curtains, wasn't what I wanted it to be, what it appeared to me. Perhaps, I could've been messing with my mind. And perhaps, love is lost to purity and perhaps, it walks alone. And perhaps, I never really needed you, nor the hurt that your pride loves to employ.

The Latest Trend

So its cool to be politically correct, which is nothing more than bigotry anyway, and the trend is to accept homosexuality as being normal. Fine, forces are at work, making you not want to personally think about these issues, not to consider,not to decide for yourself, to be sucked in, to cease your mind from thinking, whatever it may arrive at. We are all not the same, and that is why, we must make personal decisions, not leave it to the latest trend, to a populist idea, that wants to drag you into acceptance of things that you, in your heart could very easily be opposed to.

The Gift is Given

The lie of re-invention, lies shattered on the floor, truth is wide awake gazing at the ashes of the absurdity of this vain release. And although the sky may darken momentarily, it re-focuses into light,. And looking at a particular truth, of a particular relationship, there is comfort in the differences, in the division. And truth is where all of love must lie, and sometimes perhaps, difficult to search into, to process, and someone once said, I think it was Camus, that love is multi faceted, and lately I feel that I have become to close to understanding this. Love can be embarrassed by itself, it can try to turn itself into indifference or even dislike, but in the peace of the quiet moment in the stillness of the heart and mind, the gift is given.

Truth

Eventually, pretentious people enter into your light of understanding, they will not succeed, you will discover the truth of them, and then slightly smile, in a sympathetic way at their simplicity, their innocence, their wanting to be taken on. How disappointing to be distanced from truth and from personal reality. Surely a recipe for depression itself. And today I was dwelling on the laughter and the tears of what was real, for someone close to me, and who dwells no more, but yet remains close to me in the truth of my heart. And I examine my duties as regards him, and how it could have been more, could have been better, and I thought that, reality has aspects perhaps not obvious, perhaps beyond the material and the spiritual.

This Place

This place that I am in is constant, no matter where I may venture to go. 'This place' is the feeling of the heart and of the soul and is a spiritual reality. So to dwell within this place is the duty of understanding. And to dwell, is to seep into the spirit with fiery eyes and quietude. Fear must be overcome, and its blindness controlled. I must walk alone to a truthful understanding. No hand on my shoulder, and indeed, it would be refused. The emptiness is stilled and overwhelmed by the effort. There is peace even in this basic awareness. This place is a place to become home. This place is a place outside of me, that I will embrace until I make it a part of me, and it will in turn make me a part of it too. And then there will be unity and in the unity love will guide the way.