Morning Comes
“I will greet this day with love in my heart. And how will I do this? Henceforth will I look on all things with love and I will be born again. I will love the sun for it warms my bones; yet I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light for it shows me the way; yet I will love the darkness for it shows me the stars. I will welcome happiness for it enlarges my heart; yet I will endure sadness for it opens my soul. I will acknowledge rewards for they are my due; yet I will welcome obstacles for they are my challenge.”
~Og Mandino .
~Og Mandino .
All these things he taught me, so I cannot be sad. Between us, we loved most the sun, the rain, the moon and the stars. And Spain, of course. He told me to go and kiss my horse and walk out into the sun. He wished me happiness always. How can I feel loss with words like that?
He made me think and want to write again.
He made me dance and want to love again.
He made me breathe and want to live again.
From a godless man I learned so much about God....so much that I wonder if he was really godless after all, or merely saying that for the benefit of my own growth potential. (It would be like him, so cheeky cheeky!)
And when he held his mirror up to show me how he saw me, I saw who I wanted to be...the best me. I thought I was lost, but he showed me differently, when he did that. Like Rumi's truth, I found myself in his mirror because I wasn't listening to my voice anymore. I was listening to him.
So I choose to love. I have decided. There's no taking that back, just as there's no taking back what he was, what he is and what he will always be....my pearl of great price!
Nothing puts distance between a heart that has decided to love you & your own, not time nor space nor dimension nor any other thing of the universe, no matter what you do or do not do. Love once born always is. Eternally.
So we shall dream beneath our willow trees and wake to find rainbows in their boughs, all of light in one arc, one place. There's no need to go searching for a heart's desire, when that heart was never really lost to begin with, because its right in your own backyard, or between your ribcage, however you wish to think of it.
I'm open to it.
Feel.
Think.
Breathe.
What is the square root of a triangle?
And how long will you love me?
Siempre, mi amor.
Siempre......
"We can’t find the Truth only listening to our own voice’s echo. We can find ourselves only in someone’s mirror." ~~~ Rumi
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