I feel you in the wild western winds howling over the plains within. I feel you in the snowy peaks and the ocean floors. I feel you in the depths and on the skin. I feel you coming out and going in. I feel you everywhere my feet go. I feel you through my tears. I feel you in the broken pieces of my heart.

When the heart is broken and the pieces sharp
They pierce our eyes and we fall apart
The tears rain down – soak deeply in
Make us forget the sun had been.
When clouds cast shadow from above
All our grounding is turned to mud

What is left then, but to love?

Love is what turns it around
Causes green to sprout from the ground
All the floods and mud and darkness
Become death to the heartless
But love is what breaks the seed
And sprouts upward in our need

Water love with the tears of heartbreak

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Sometimes our heart burns to love in its own language, but the way is closed. It thinks of all the ways it would love if it could, but it is impossible. When life leaves us blind, what is left but to love? Our broken heart can become the very soil for a new kind of love.

To adapt an idea from someone else, let love flow like water. If it cannot flow how you know, then let it flow where it can. It will find its own path, its own way. Sometimes around, sometimes through, sometimes under, sometimes over, sometimes to a different destination.

We would reach out, we would write beautiful sonnets, we would speak of the beauty we have seen, we would inspire, we would comfort, we would hold, we would offer our shoulder, we would serve, we would work alongside, we would cherish, we would play, we would kiss, we would make love, we would laugh, we would cry, we would sing a lullaby, we would dance, we would talk through the night while watching the stars, we would heal the world together, we would explore forests, watch the ocean, climb mountains. We would wash dishes, fold clothes, serve coffee in bed. We would share a beautiful life and all its intricate joys and even sorrows. We would protect, we would encourage, we would see the divine in the discouraged. We would give hope, we would speak truth. Well, we would give.

But it cannot be with that one. And what is left, but to love? Hold dearly in the heart what cannot be held dearly in the arms. Send the love outward to all those around. To yourself, to those who are near, to those you can hold. Live in this place, in this moment. Be present. And, yes, send love to that one.

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