Tibetan flags, airborne... just like love

Written: December 2008

Location: Banff, Canada

Photo Credit: Joao Paulo Barbosa

The memories of what we had still touch me
Although the warmth of your touch is long forgotten
Only distant flashes remain now
It seems unreal, almost like a made-up story

When I look at your photos
I can’t help but be inspired
The sensitivity of your eyes
The beauty of the world you have seen

The places we have been
The way you capture it
The way you smile at life
Even though you don’t fully understand it,
But merely desire it

The way the mountain face is unravelled
With the bright, morning sun
And the way it is lit by the stars in the darkness
The same way my eyes brighten
When I look at the photos, our photos
Tibetan flags flying

... in the cold Himalayan breeze

When I look at the world
Waiting there, being there
Living, breathing, existing
Even now,
Without seeing all its beauty
I can feel all the love

required to receive it...

The love of the universal mother
The earth.

Our life force.

Can love for you be transformed into love for her, the mother?
I desire to give my heart to her
Not to you, or to you, or to you, or to you...
But to her
The sustaining energy
The force which carrries not drowns
The force which revitalizes and not consumes
The force which makes the eyes open and not permanently shut to life

And now thoughts go back to you
The love I loved with all my heart
The love I believed to be my last
The love of all loves
The love which secured
And protected
And softly huged, but not suffocated
The love which sweetly whispered, and not shouted
The love which was wisdom
And not one filled with obligation and tensed moments
The love I was looking for.

Unreal. Imagined even. In my mind.

This love, will I always carry it with me and never find in anyone else?
Is it anyone’s to give? Is it mine to receive?
Love just is... (?)
Accepting
And unassuming
And beautiful in all its appearances.
Love is now.

In each moment.