eternal, beyond change

the heart is so naked in love
vulnerable through and through

eternal, beyond change

the heart is so naked in love
vulnerable through and through
that is how i came to you
that is how i come to you

every instant it is so
at your doorstep when i go
in you i place eternal trust
not as choice, and nor a must

it is simply just this way
was, will be, and is today
what i do and what i say
may not always seem this way

changing moments are not true
what remains despite – is true
all that happens is not true
what remains despite – is true

take me as i come to you
it is true that i love you
it is simply just this way
was, will be, and is today.

~ vani murarka

Photograph: The Walk to Paradise Garden 1946 by W Eugene Smith taken from http://www.masters-of-photography.com/
The Walk to Paradise Garden 1946
by W Eugene Smith
taken from http://www.masters-of-photography.com/


Love is like Water

Love is like water.

Water might be cascading down like a waterfall, or it might be in the form of robust waves of the ocean. It might be flowing as a gently gurgling stream. It may be calm and placid in a lake or swimming pool. Water may be flowing under the ground. You may get just a hint of it, as dew drops on the morning grass.

When Love is heady, passionate, it is like the waves of the ocean. The over-flowing Love of a mother, where she herself is overwhelmed by the intensity and force of Love that she feels – it is like water is falling down rapidly from the mountains. When it is the quiet implicit Love of a father or a reticent mate or even of someone close who may seem unloving, it is like water flowing underground. The Love of a friend, the lighthearted laughter and companionship it brings, feels like dew drops on the morning grass. The calm, still, placid water in a lake or swimming pool feels like the calm Love of a saint for all.

The water in all cases is the same. The Love in all cases is the same.

Water takes on the color of its receptacle. In a red bowl it looks like red water. It feels romantic. In a blue bowl, water looks blue. It feels like the Love of a father, mother, mentor or guide. In a green bowl, water looks green. It feels like the Loving companionship of a friend.

But the water is neither red, nor blue, nor green. It is the same water.

The Love in a romantic relationship, amongst friends, between a teacher and a student, between a parent and child – is not different. It is simply Love. There are no different kinds of Love.

The receptacles (the relationships) are different.

What gives comfort when you look at it is the water, not the receptacle.

~ vani murarka